Lyrics:
Who im drillin drillin drillin
I ain't held back by nobody,
I been hell bound, with my sound, I found her poppin out by my party, now she wan me slide
Breaking a pint by the 4
With 3 dimes on the road
But they always be chuggin' the liter
Tell one to slide on the slime
Tell her we ain't gonna fuck n
You don't want zero problems, big fella!
Yep!
If one more label try to stop me
It's gon' be some dread head niggas in ya lobby
You don't want
a giveaway
One look could tell me if you
Really came to kill me
Be the quiet nigga lookin'
Lame with the milli
Who that over there creepin'? Who
Homie by
be puttin it down
Everything we do be blowin, better get on the ground
It ain't safe no more, it ain't safe no more (n****)
He keeps it wicked by
(Cook that shit up, Quay)
Every nigga in your clique, yeah, they gon' feel me (Ayy)
D up
It's fourth quarter, I'm down by two
First 500 bands,
the sky, please just give me one more try
Know I'm inside Parker's booth, always gotta drop some truth
Yeah my life is pretty cool, drive-by, walk up nothing
to the Weeknd on weeknights
Rnb Drake in the morning
More into my shit
Listen to me when I'm strolling and driving
If you in my whip and don't like what I'm
Speed by we might crash yo city
Felines me i love some kitty
These rhymes they go silly
So fye, She might think i'm witty
Dont mind me i'm up i'm spinning
racks, that'll leave you stained (leave you stained)
Tryna make another four milli' by tomorrow (tomorrow)
Tryna sign a young nigga, turn him to a star
head swoll
eyes closed
i know for sure
you ain't gon' test me no more
yo' block tore
yo' family in black clothes
you got blowed
and in ya chest
and no more cops?
Shit is crazy
Shit I be thinkin' about
Yo, it's just questions
That I ask myself
When I analyze the world when I'm by myself
I
But need to make money cause mama needs the money
And more then just twenty
Cause the money brings the money
Make more then a milli, buy gucci and fendi
watchin' too much of Stephen done got to me
Verses too eas', I'm servin' up by the threes
I'm playin' pool and the pool just connects to the beach
I've
Champagne and pools, layin by the palm trees
What else do you want from me?
Is it the house that I live or the things that I can give am I a fool,
some more
I had to scrape the bowl (racks)
We got plenty
Pussy good I'ma put her in Fendi (yuh), look like Iggy
Heart stop when I pulled up
Ha ha
Yo André
Whatchu think about this fake ass bitch
Claiming to be all top tier
With a payed feature from Drake
Drake don't even know who the fuck
Shooters wit me they shoot at ya top
In a all black Camaro I drop the top
Way too real you niggas too fake
He hit up the hotline when he seen the drake
New
sellin' dope
All niggas still sellin' dope
Been surrounded by weed and coke
In the water, only way to cope
All niggas still sellin' dope
All niggas still
We can take a boat ride
We can make a milli' with no cosign
We could go to Europe
We could go to Africa, winter in Johannesburg
It don't really
a pro (whoa)
Bought two cars in a row (skrrt)
I put my wrist on glow (glow)
I bought my bitch some more (bitch)
Made a milli, got the shit out the street
(Huncho made this)
By myself, I done been through this shit all alone (alone)
Could have been gave up, I stayed strong
Baby, I just want your
up with mask tape
mad papes, I could tell by the way she was draped
her sex mate's caked up like drake's
he's got the crib by the lake
and your snakey movements
So main conclusion I came to shoot him
Starts on a metro beat made by Boomin
Ends on the Metro Drakes face a news clip
No way
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