Lyrics:
but I sold my credentials
Skipper off my team, everybody Top Gun
Fortify the army, you can't beat us with a pop gun
I stop one allowed with
And he will act a fool
when he don't give a damn
If your fuckin' red or blue boy
Couldn't buy the wet slide
Goin' on this best lide
Lord Infamous done with
and wonder..
Mind is racing at three in the morning
Gotta watch my back, moving with caution
Who can I trust? I'm alone in this world, what
Since I can't trust
Strobe lights, low-lifes, highlights (highlights)
2-10, all in my life
Grind slow, blindfold, eyesight (eyesight)
Roam in the zone like Twilight
Fuck
Let's get high, let's get stoned
Take a hit of this and you won't make it home
Take another hit now I'm in my zone
I can't remember shit these drugs
my butt
This video is sponsored by pizza hut
If you wake up, what a surprise
I'mma ghost you like the X-Files
I don't eDate
Why is discord filled with
She fell in love with the guap
Leave your man at home
And I'ma make you a star
Take you round the world
You can't pronounce where we are
I just
they can't come between us, babe, hey
(Let's go)
They say they saw me, with who? (Yeah)
When I was at home and smokin' with you (haha)
They always
She got a red Range
It's moving insane
And I fuck with Kodie
Flooded my neck
With ice in my Rollie
I was messed up
They didn't notice
They didn't
can't live a (lie)
'Cause I'm certain how I feel about you
But if you tell me (I) am the one and this is (right)
We can spend the night tonight like
Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
It's either
and blow put it deep down in your throat. A nigga like me don't
wanna hear that shit so do what the fuck you've been told.
*Chrorus*
*Verse3*
I smoke by
whipped
Follow my 10 commandments
And he'll keep coming back for more
And more and more
[Lil Mo]
Rule number 6
Never mix business with pleasure
Zaytoven!
Hah, pussy
Fuck all these niggas man
Yeah we havin' this shit too nigga
Yeah y'all nigga havin' this money and shit
You know what
try to fuck with Ren
I'll put two in your ass and you'll be shitting a size ten
First come, first serve, whoever's got the nerve
Step up and get
the respect went
Can't play with these little niggas, gangsta little niggas
Can't hang with these little niggas, they killin', they reckless
Wish I could build
(Say, 10)
(Slickk, you made this one)
(Run it, run it, run it)
And she banging my line, picking my mind
Ho don't you try, not this time
Ain't
Hey Gotti, Hey Chuck
How the fuck we gon' keep droppin this fire on these niggaz?
Know what I'm saying we killin' 'em on the radio
Then we jump
put the roof in the trunk
Play the block with the Royal Blue 45 and make your mouth leak
Can't fuck with NY
Get my diesel from South Beach
You ain't
Real niggas get paid every second of the day,
Hit the mall blow a quote that I can't fit in this phrase,
Just know it's two colors in that Def Jam
to figure?
When you speak of that nigga, you don't understand
But fuck it, I flood this with these bands
Do a drive-by, fly-by leave him where here
the examining
I rush in with rubber gloves off the ambulance
Gun in one hand, the other palm around the nurse mouth
On the count of three this is how its gonna
homie
Act like this shit don't apply to you, huh
Been in their game, look at how they do, huh
Why do yes mans start off ever sentence
With, "Dog, I
And I could style on you
Something down to hell with this
You can't style on me
Nigga I'm out of your league
I'm liable to be a liability'
You plan
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