Lyrics:
me 11
When I had two pints
And I ran out
I started Karo stretchin
Now I got so many pints
You buyin' more than one
I'm blessing
I just got a case
If you fuck with the gang, we running your shit make our pockets get heavy (Heh heh, Yeah)
I'm speeding so fast in a four by four like I raced in
actin' tough but he police just two hunnid my belt issa BB
I'm in Houston high as a Rocket feel like Jalen Green
Pull up to the kickback I ain't talkin'
left on del' for a week
Said, I left her on Dell like a fucking PC
Fired my manager, he tryna join the police
She crying over messages I didn't even see
of advanced technologies
Yeah, got g-force in my face, see, the police force, I'm not fazed
Built, like three forts in two days
This shit got unseen force, want
All these police niggas undercover like a sleuth
Me and Bri just bought another fifth and it just turned two
Keep a switchblade
For any nigga come in
a wood
Cruisin' up the five and we doin' ninety-five
Police pass by and we wave and say hi
Switch auto drive, hit it, pass it to the right
Yeah, we smokin'
from the freestyle
Off to segregate it
At the hip-hop club in Europe
Getting jaded by the bouncer at the doe
even thou there ain't no whites only section
to beef by the freak bitch
I'm a smart nigga, I play dumb like I don't know nothing, if the police come knock on my door, swear I don't know nothing
Nigga
6thing
No ABG
No resistdunce wrong here
We ain't even haa 2 tell all your the code
All your you don't know
Separate the men from the children
As you talk
(ring ring)
Don't wanna talk bro just hand me my paper
Sick to the stomach when I S from police (euhh)
Low on trust
I Count my bread when it exit
think the shoe fits
People ask me where I've been, I've been writin' new hits
Had to make my own plans, I don't need your two cents, ayy
Ruminating,
a day late
Your bitch went on a play date
Me and her friend she came too we in 288
That's our room, but you know that I assume
Booty looks like two
cool I understand
I need that paper by Friday, listen to me what I'm saying
I ain't playing bout them birds, that's word to Big Worm
I'll have them
was hustling in front of that called the police on
Me when I was just trying to make some money to feed my daughter
And all the niggas in
1, 2, 3, 4
No, I want more
5, 6, 7
It's not OK
How come you taste so good?
This time I'm really hooked
It's half past ten, it's getting late
die
Nutting but bitches and money
I got hard times and will I escape, sometimes I wonder
But, it just seems that the hood, that took me under
Police
To get like me, it takes too much rehearsal
I'm comin at you from every direction
Forget about cryin out police protection
Even five-o know about the death
"Michael go back home!" but I ain't really sure, black
I gots ta get my shit together the right way, nigga I know that
Comin up short, swangin by the tail-in
fell to the floor unconscious
Suddenly, the police was called on me
I then ran out of the church with a grin on my face being chased after by the cops
If the mirror lies then who can you trust
The painting on the wall is so full of torture
Indigo, yellow, ultra-violet, paint by numbers, count with
before the Feds got him
I'm a gang leader, in a white wife beater
Tattered black flagged up In a two seater
Bitches notice me by the scar, know its me
to feast, I look to the East
That's why I'm never scared of the beast
Even though they try to prey upon me
I'm protected by the one always greater than me
So
the police, my brothers
Watch the slang, lots of lame, pop your frame
And drop your dame, and chop your name
We locked the game, '89 niggaz with oxxes on
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