Lyrics:
And I don't mean the one in your backyard; I'm talkin Pearly
Christians call it sinnin (yeah) Muslims call it winnin
and witnesses call me worldly
today nigga, gon' check my creed, black Rocky
You niggas sleep, get groggy
I put passion in my stanza and off my chest
I don't stress, I confess in
don't even be braggin', these lil' niggas maggots (maggots)
I don't even flex, that shit be on accident
Fell in my lap, hit your bitch on a accident
I
toy
I'll be your wrong you be my right
Call me by my real name once or twice
Mr. Saturday Night
I'll be your white noise
I'll be your first choice
I
card burner, says the thin one.
We can tell by your looks
That you read too many books of wars
And that's because ya ain't been in one
bird
This was way back when hustlers dressed in Iceberg
Jock used to kick you in your ass, boy, I was right there
Trey seven 'til infinity, Buzz
multiply your racks
I'm in my back, fuck your brother, thought he was big
Now he in a pack, when he go to put flowers on his grave
Tell your brother that,
fuck her by the thong
You niggas think I'm dead well you niggas dead wrong
Bitches give me head on my salchichon
Pussy ass niggas hide in your rincon
of fine bitches tryin to sleep with me
Every night, sold out, turnin young hoes
Tell her baby, no doubt, stick this dick in yo' mouth
I smoked a lot
nothin
(No talkin)
I love all of my niggas
(Aye)
And my niggas Dey love me
I ain't the same since they shot lil Feezi and Balijah
Dat shit so crazy my
(Blap)
Lil nigga, I done came up (10th Street)
Lil nigga, I done came up (Richmond)
Ridin' with a stick, whole 30 in it
In the scraper with my windows
you ain't Lil Baby
I find it ironic you whining and shit
Where in fuck is you finding this shit?
Your homies must love you for buying em shit
Too many
Yo Lionel, I went by the bar man, guess they told me outta jail?
Who dat?
They said Mr. Trouble's outta jail!
Mr. Trouble dem outta jail?
They
'm talkin' shit wit propellers
Fly to the club make my old bitch jealous
Thug motivation this is straight celebration
I see Jizzle in his chopper outside
when she open and blink (I'm talkin' 'bout, yeah)
Like halloween, I just tricked her outta her treat (I'm talkin' 'bout, uh)
No, I can't be your
mention black businesses
They never mention me, dawg?
I don't know, please, see man
'Cause if they talkin' M's, GOLF
Did seventeen in '18, mothafucka
to be
A motherfuckin' murder
I'm glad to be
A nigga that did the murder
So sad to see
Another motherfucker floatin'
In plastic reef
Sleep wit' his
But I'm too turnt to sleep in a Benz (I'm too turnt to sleep, yeah)
If them niggas don't work, then go eat by yourself
You can't keep up by feedin'
up
I don't give a fuck about your makeup
I was up late bakin' cake, I had to stay up
If you gone sleep, you can leave or you can pay up
I'm a lil
not no lil pump, yeah
I'm in that wam bam, color tan, Mercedes Maybach
Mr. Take yo bitch nigga, you won't get your bae back
In your girl stomach like
Yeah, man, you know I do too motherfuckin' much, I'm Mr. Go Too Far
They might try to come and supersede me after all this shit I'm talkin'
You
Ha, brr, bow (Why you goin' up, ReoN)
Ha, ESPN, nigga big KTA
(Oh yeah, ad, let's go) 6
I'm with lil' SpotEmGottem
Make us hop out on your
Block
Look at your lil' bitch ass
Haha (Zay T, hold on)
I, I could see, I could see the motherfuckin' hate through your motherfuckin' eyes, boy (yeah,
this grill
If I'm hungry you losing your meal
No you can't stay at the crib lil' bitch
You better go 'head get a uber for real
And you been talkin real
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