Lyrics:
cheques
With this Moncler flex
Whilst their garms been looking all fugazi
Just maybe... just maybe
See Me and my g we be stepping all clean
I got
to hang us by a tree
I was born in the trap tryna stay up out the penitentiary
'Cause living ain't cheap tell me how this the land of the free
From
[Flesh N Bone]
We in the last five days of these trials and tribulations
And I'm waiting for the Lord oh please don't leave me forsaken
Caught up
[Mr. Serv-On]
Don't play yourself, you know who this is, Lifetime Records ya heard
S-E-are-V, I got my Blackwater homies in here, yo tell 'em how
number when I'm far away
>From your town
So call me when you have a need
For me
And by the way did you leave in my pocket
This G ????
Ooooh na na na na
wrong
Too many pullin on me, I politely tell them to go on
I'm a hustler by day, baller by midnight
One at a time ladies, lil' momma please sit tight
They
hands cuffs
Shit gonna get ruff, cause I tell you what's up
Meet me at the plug, the chosen and rapping one
Your friends Bitches, I call you don juan
Hot
make me have to give a soul clap, nigga, nigga
Hold up, hold up
I said we make 'em so proud
This that loud, nigga, roll up
Hold up, hold up
I
Black girl black girl don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep lastnight
Down north or the ville with the opps, keep it real
Tell me where did you
I need me some weed I said fuck this
Air force 1s on my feet, I stay luscious
How much for a g
Can we please just discuss this
I need something
throw
I do this for Nino now he immortalized
Looking out the peep hole before we serve them guys
I had to keep the smoke pole Living by the G
I'm on a next level
I be Gucci down
You just pep trender
Come take a sip of this g shake baby
I got the whip to your dip look baby.
Medusa head on me
Swazi, you made this
Ooh, I'm a savage Really came from none, I'm living' lavish
Ooh, she the baddest Shawty so G, she keep it classic
Ooh, I'm
some of my ice cream
"Hey Kev, tell me, what did you do last night?"
"Do you remember this super-tittie ding-dong mam from the party?"
"She was damn
from Spotify
Bye, Bye killers
On a high five business
Gonna ride by the sickest
In your high ride to the hitlist
If we ain't spoke in ages
Then
and you already know.
[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm still on that five-9,
But might see me on that five-8 comin' down,
All over the town I like to get around,
beef to cold cuts
Family gettin' bread, well he about to get his loaf cut
Y'all doped up, this game is sewed up
Malcolm X, tell the white bitch yo, I
bitches on me what it is nigga
How it feel to be a real nigga (x4)
Woke up this morning up the 26th floor
Parlez vous francais to my French ho
Got
selling
Don’t remind us
Niggas hope god will find us
Don’t condone this
No opponent
Cuz the scene is on my block
Got da g3
And dat g5
So my team is
Niggas be mad, they ain't me
What the fuck you expect when we hop out the V
I steady move gangsta, my name start with G
R. Kelly, my glock on the block,
deal with the phonies
You can tell
By what they do with their phonies
R.I.P. all my dead homies
Pride will be the death of me
This will be their symphony
This shit wicked how ya homies do you
Brodie gone click if I tell him to shoot you
The movies I make can't watch em on Hulu
Better pick up a G and go get
come by
I choose all this hard to come by
You can come by, baby come by
Tell them come by for it run dry
We don't need no scale, we just squint that one
a bitch's brain
Can't be affected by the great depression
This country is in a recession, I reckon
So let me give yo ass a funky lesson
Never let
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