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on latti
I get excited when Iʼm with my shooters
You got some bodies then we might recruit ya
Give em two hundred you know they will do it
Foolie the price

keepin' three, he gon need 'em all
Tell 'em Rest In Peace, winter boutta fall
Bitch I'm blazin' might fuck up the summer uhuh
I'm the shit someone give me

and shoulders down to the south
Stop talking bitch and put it in your mouth
Rolling dollo boy, you know what I'm about
On the drugs baby and it ain't for clout

I wish someone would tell me when I changed
'cause its been a while since I really felt the same
Back in '98, screaming money ain't a thang
20 years

here
Then we got to clean it up and tell 'em you don't rep here
I know the ones you been seeing been some clowns lately
Alabama start with a "A", quit

regular fit, 

Yea

Hop in that Porsche and I'm gone, they tell me I look I'm getting this money I smell like it too ion need no cologne

....what the f***

going crazy with the money
I need a mental institution
Or a minute with my partner before
They gas and seduce 'em
Just to tell 'em, boy, I'm proud of ya

the Yellow-Eyed Demon
But now Pop's gone me and Sam by ourselves
Demon Blood send em back to hell don't need spells
Yeah got killed by Lillith's hellhounds
But I'm

take the wheel
Always got to do the most
If you're not you tell me who's going to pay the bills
I turn myself to a ghost
Cause I want to get some money

like a toaster
So cool that I got my fam shoulder to shoulder
Hoppin and rolling like we is some boulders
Telan, Tell Them To Turn In The Paige
Mellow

you one text at a time
I know you're by your phone
So boy, pick up your line
And I ain't too proud to beg, so
What's been said has been said, ooh
I

ain't see the grind homie
If the people in your circle don't inspire your rage
Then flip the page
Cuz yo circle gon turn to a cage
It's just a phase
Brova

Want a chance to tell her the truth
Type of message I'd write in a letter
I haven't been focused on love
It's probably the reason that garden is dying

keep it rude, we keep it real, we keep it wicked
Relaying the truth provided by life with every written lyric
So did you hear it or truly listen

just tell em we alright
Ion need them in my business thinking that we fight
Whole time them niggas wrong and we moving right
I spend a bag inna day

a villain, I'm a villain, I'm a villain

Most of the boys that gone play for the streets
Sip on my tea, while I eat on a beat
Its about time you hand me my

shinning on 'em, I call it Chris Aire
(Yeah)
I got an ice chain (Wooh!)
So my neck is frozen
They say many are called
But only few are chosen (Chosen)
All I

tell them to turn and rotate in the south
And I will happy I'm taking I'm taking no scouts
The prayers are answers it's no more a might
The time she gets

your ass for the pay cut
I say stay tough, cause boy they play rough 
Grab you by the cuff, tell you it's not enough 
Bitch I call their bluff, haul

tell em pardon ya back we wrap the philosophy gynecology monopoly
You see red that means she spotted me she need at least a week to recover maybe more

and you call me you king
You change my mind like
You changin' the weather
No baby girl, you make it snow in the spring
Tell me right now that you wanna move

facts
How the boy can rap run up off the track
How he laced em up made a milly stacks
Used to dream about the work we putting in
Resolving every question

when them folks told em speak up 
Did you pull yo seat up
Or did you kick ya feet up
That shit gone getcha stuck on 
That shit gone getcha beat up
It use

If you don't fuck with you you ain't gotta act like it, this ain't no movie
(Ohhh) (Ohhh)(Ohhh)(Ohhh)(Ohhhh)

I done seen friends turn to enemies