Lyrics:
Ima flex on em
Its time to flex on em
Let me flex on em
A yo my shit is gonna pop
Cats hating That's cool
I'm gonna look down on em from on top
It's
I got some thoughts
It's some dumb shit on my mental
Just feed me the instrumental
I miss the block
But sometimes I wanna live right
So I'm focused
for the double glock
Sug hit when the bullshit stops
Droppin' these shells as I bail make 'em
Live soil 'til this body smell
Leavin' a trail
many who pushed roadie before me
Ja, hit em precisely, God just don't make too many like me
Inadvertently shittin' on the Top 20
Y'all niggaz kill
scared for the rest of the years I'm gonna live out
Cause I paid dues like they incidentals
Bossing up while n****s still stuck on beginners level
Got me
on you, so struck by ?
Get em up drive by,
Watch em gone drive by
Yeah paranoid, we drive by till we die
You niggas really don't know shit,
I treat
It's the
Dopest coming out north, the beaner with the backpack full o heaters
Two seater, no roof
Me n Mystro good in almost every hood
Best believe
I don't fuck wit them niggas I know that they bitches
I had a message but already sent it
No this ain't tag but baby I been it
We in a two door
Fuck a nigga
Buck a nigga
If he thinks he's a gorilla
Man now when I said it you'll remember that (Jeah!)
[Hook 2]
Hell motherfuckin ya
You don't
Throw it on, same old tune
Same old fit, to look cool
Bada bing, bada boom
Break it down, fuck up the booth
Smash some hits, sock it to em
Pass
I could do it, do it quick and do it in front of your mans
While he giving it up when he's saying
Double up and he ain't giving the bucks and he
cups
This my sh*t
All of it
By the end of the night imma need a Lyft
Got a big ole squad but imma make em fit
It’s my f*cking birthday b*tch
It’s my
hurry
See my open wounds on my flesh by my lonely
Roll up baby I told ya
Even if I would fall I'd climb this wall
Like two out of the three meals that I
niggas and me releasin
Bone and CD's
With money steady increasin
For houlagans like me
Money by all means
Smokers gone pay for daytons
Smokin on collard
Of Cali-for-nia, Sactown to L.A.
The homie Aidge, Indy 1, Spare Time on display
We making music even though we don't live close by
Phone calls, emails, long texts,
cats get killed for less
Cause you got beef with two crews
From a battle you lost on YouTube
Is the streets imitating the music, is the music imitating
leaf suit
With my five hundred dollar brown knee-high Ballsy
Wes said, "It's pimpin' how you wear 'em outside ya pants
And by the way my ham sandwichs
loving my style (She love it)
I got a tooly with me with a silencer on it so it don't make a sound (Shhh)
Pew she loving the crew
I need a crib by the lake
a Mac-10
And rather live the life of crime
With my Bed-Stuy connection connected in two
It's liable to start shit too wild for you
Peace to, Baisley, Forty-P
above all you jive suckers
Listen, that's word to my mother
You throw a shot at me
I'm throwing a shot back
Your's is on a joint
Mine's whistling by your
i'll take 'em!
Nigga you feed the wolves and
The wolves feed off you!
Eat you ass alive! i live by conrad's creed
Strategy! Your move nigga!
One two, one two, one two
I am the Overweight Lover MC, Heavy D
This one goes out to my man DJ Eddie F
Trouble T-Roy my partner G-Wiz
This also
imma get em By the two's
I can never settle for no 9 to 5
Finna make this money till I'm 95
Going up against me is like suicide
Bars for bars my n*ggah
can bring yo crew (Yea yea)
Fuck em by the two’s if she a nympho too (Yea yea)
Got yo bitch you know, ain’t know she was yo hoe
Take em down three in
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