Lyrics:
slick
Come get ya girl cause she all on my d**k
She fell in love wit the drip
Told me that she want a sip
A lick
Eat it up
These ni***s cap they beatin
the whole drummy drum
Glock with a beam, what the f**k is you runnin' from
You don't get no money, you can't put a hunnid, hunnid up
Call my Glock Lil'
f-fuck wit me, s-stupid move
C-come around, get f-f-found beat up and bruised
You need support, a couple crews
Beef out here ain't nothin' new, I'll
Ugh
These girls tryna get high
These girls tryna get by
These girls tryna get fly
These girls, these girls
These girls tryna maintain
These girls
a f—k
They all know what they could suck
Who you trickin politickin with them dirty hands
End up wit ya collar missin, heard me man get the message
Child
get a raise
Not for that gram really got k's
Go ask Big Dee or Boosie Boy Tay
How we kicking shit really be with the shits
Not wit the Fake love or for
to know
But nigga fuck what you goin' through this 2-0
And by that time I'm 17 if I ain't in that pin
I'm on a mission wit tha homeboys mashin' again
They tryna paint a picture but they can't
Smoking big backwoods so it help a n*gha thank
12 taking all my soldiers f*cking with the gang
They don't
on me
When they look up in the sky and see the neon C"
Rhymes inscribed on a nickel disk encased
In glass with an ion beam for longevity
For more then
south dreamin
Now a nigga money fiendin
Drop a bag on the gas pac
Since then i ain look bac
Came a long long way dawg
Turn around naw f**k that
Had to hit
Four: Jay-Z
Hoes, flows, money, cars
Y'all wannabe stars cant f**k with none of these bars
This is real nigga rap, we can spit it through the mic
do me
I don't f**k with nobody
But something bout being me
Make n****s wanna try me
They say the good die young
I know my my miss Connie
They say
these nikkaz is strange
My life like a movie I just wish I could change
Bitxhes played wit my heart like this shyt was a game
Now I fu*k on they friends
Em, yeah
I...know
(alright come on get on ya f***in vibe)
Yeah, yeah
Like I... know
Sometimes, you need me by your side
And I can't think bout
I put my money right back in the trap
How could you say you in love me
I know a lie and s*** really cap
B***** they only want luxury
F***** wit bums
and thats on my mama f*** that tuff shit you can't go to the bank with that or
get no loans with it I'm to real they wanna be me theres no clone in this, they
real shit (cnd that's real shit)
cye (cye) aye aye aye
Run up on me u get hit wit a k
Cause my Niggas they pull up I swear we don't play
Talk on da
but her son outside
15 this lil' n***a got a gun outside
Its real
Church
I ain't really wit the tweeting s**t
N****s tweeting bout
How they don't be
please let me roll in peace
Plug on the way wit the bags in for da cheap
Tactical choppa wit da big drum underneath
These niggas dont want no smoke they
small you cant f*** wit me
Ima avalani baby and im throwing big C’s
5hunnid blocc im from atown
And i don’t wanna stop dont wanna slow down
Yeah don’t
she need a real n***a
& she good wit a Honda
Ay be my Pocahontas
Cus I got green gas in my veins
A lotta f**k thoughts in my brain
Filson flask filled
(Grrr)
(Ha)
I guess that’s my tag, right
(Ayoo)
These n****s chatting (like rats)
I f**k a bag up (and get it back)
I shut it down when I’m
They see how hard we poppin
Now they tryna ride the wave now
Came up on that corner
Selling packs
I had to stay down
Call OG Poke
Wit the work
He
those who don't know my name, know my name
They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists?
I sit on buck in
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