Lyrics:
hard but seeing your head chopped off is less convincing
Which nigga want it?
Holla at me, I'll be at the top
With your wife slobbin' on my cock
Let's get dis shit wrote in stone off top
I'm da same muhfucka anywhere I go
Don't give a fuck where im at
Aye
Yea yeaa niggaaaa
Float like
gang
Yea them my brothers
All black everything
We wear da same colors
And if you talk reckless
Hope yo ass got a bumper
Im in da street head first
Bitch
tooting dem guns
Im in da club wit my tool
I dont aboidie by da rules
Put yo bitch ass on da news
Cuz u bluffin n tryna be cool
Wet da street up like
in it I ain't even know this was yo whip
It make sense now cause I ain't even know she was yo bitch
At the same time I'm gettin head im on da dark web
a buss that fucking semi
N my Bessfrien so bad
Kno I gotta keep her with me
Bitch just mind yo bidness
Got with me
While I jugg da city
Bitch I got dat
yo youngest son da chosen one, I spared his life but he still owe me one, hopped outta da bed n got in my bag let a youngin show ya sum, catch me doin
by makin me a dub
Ima sing like David Ruffin
(I got sunshine)
Give it to you raw straight off da top
A few bitches tell me dey love me a lot
I really
crew popped up
Damn
Drop top roof top nonstop
Damn
Drank in da right light in da off
Damn
Ice in the cup make the rum pop
Damn
I'm Chris Brown afta
time froze fender buff on side da kat i juz had to muscle up want my best advice get off yo ass and turn yo hustle up if we say dat you locked it aint
need it you can get it
Anyway you want it
I'll be right here waiting for you
Uhh, straight off the top, I refuse to stop
Chicks cling when I do my
need it you can get it
Anyway you want it
I'll be right here waiting for you
Uhh, straight off the top, I refuse to stop
Chicks cling when I do my
You ain't never did no dirt
You ain't never had no work
You ain't reup on da first
You ain't banging from yo turf
You ain't walked up on no nigga
You
Different from what u be on
Shaking off
Klingons demons
Heathens
Flipped da light switch
Like roaches
Watch em be gone
Lucy try to
Put out out yo fire
Turn it
LePew
And my style's so sick, son, they call it the flu
Influenza, top contender
Had ya girl head-noddin leavin marks on my Swollen Member
I remember them
to mouth to fly
dats why I am ready for take off
Fillet menoun without da steak sauce
da top of da line dats me Im prime
had da underground on lock
spending got Me feeling like Gotti
Ayy, what? I been up a week off of Molly my Eyes red like the undead I'm looking just like a zombie
In the kitchen like
know a nigga who hate
I know a nigga who fake
I cut the head off a head off a snake
Run up on me its gon be a closed casket
You can get shot in the face
won't you tell me which way to go
I can't shake off the feeling
I got to hold tight
[Chorus]
Revolution in the head don't count for nothing
You
Rizzy da rocket atomic
Fuck niggas hatin dats not fair
But these fuck niggas know i do not care
Cause these fuck niggas know dat im top notch
All
of me say her name Nicki
But she only answer when I say Barbie
We drunk off the remy
Getting high in the rarri
Met her on the mill by the safaree
Lead
like Frank-O off the Novacane
Good head, money on my mind I'm talking good bread
Eat that, errthang I drop don't need yo feedback
Feline, Spanish mami
I head up
I'm trapped off, too many bad chicks to back off
Da Vinci kicks with the strap off
This n**** sick like the bad cough
That's crazy,
I head up
I'm trapped off, too many bad chicks to back off
Da Vinci kicks with the strap off
This nigga sick like the bad cough
That's crazy,
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