Lyrics:
Yeah, you dun know already, it's your boy BP
Straight up Tigga D, you dun know, holdin' it down (ayy, Madara, run that back)
Ten years up in this
picture around the Polo Grounds
Kicked his grandmother door down, wit a search warrant
Hand cuffed him in his boxers, tipped off by an informer
He was
SAID ABOUT ZAY
WHEN I HOPPED ON THE SCENE
AND STARTED BLOWING UP LIKE JULY 4TH
THEY WANT ME DEAD BY DAYLIGHT
SO I GOTTA MAKE SURE DAT THAT 3RD HOOK
shallow pockets
Never let go
Yo
Silly me for wanting you about more
Same silly me that was shoving you out the door
Adorned with everything that both
Three fifty nine is how much you owe
Like are you serious right neow bro
Hair so thin just like your body
Rizz so bad like "Hey there shawty"
Arms so
Tough sinners, break bread with Jesus at dinner
Protected by a heavenly force, fuck a minister
Niggaz know better, no one's letter is better than mine
buddhists?
Heather be , three hundred sixty degrees, level move this
My audio shells is my surface and my third eye covered by mucus
Oh, so there's
sleeves
I was beat down by a muscular chief
Face down on the curb, cuts on my cheek
Got to the station lumps on my knees
Who battered me? That's police
sitting in that hall by the kitchen
Rocket up that second flight, I'm a man on a mission
Her door open, seen my sister in the fetal position
Now nothing was
I wanted to tell you when you sat in the back of that philosophy class
But I couldn't bring myself to do it
Because those three damn words ended my
black, white, Puerto Rican, and asian"
Now welcome back, now wave yor hands if your feeling that
Gettin' down, smoking a pound with the mini stack
Back
happening on properties by these folks that don't look like me
But when I see they do they telling us no Tupac'ish and then I go right
In thruw the front door
astounding?
Did you think about me at all when his balls
Were deep in your ass
Getting fucking pounded?
Of course not, another door closed
Another slut who
missed a three
I’m consistently on the list of gs cause of the way I spit with ease
Always in the mix it’s a breeze never tripped or sneezed but I’m pissed
wanting kids
My god you barely 18
You planned 6 years ahead of time
It's dot by dot, you crazy
You act like I ain't lazy
You trap me with your alcoholic
through the trap now we kicking down shit like karate
Eating shit fuck teriyaki
Me and my bitch is forever like Krishna and devaki
Think that y'all stepping
Hustlin’
Bustin’ my Ass
Cause I’ had to take Action
Foot on the G.A.S
Watch me shoot rite Pass’ EM.
I’m the Type to go and get It
You know that’s by any
screaming, “he's trying to kidnap me!”, when I drove by them with a wink or something silly, now I'm pulling bunnies, in a tinted SUV
Have them sign
yo face
Probably wanna stretch, before you start the race
I'm a full fledged sprinter with a lightning pace
Ill make it rain down fire, just to give
Fat ass titties bussing out a crop top
She don't even get jealous let me coin swap
She a Capricorn born on January 3rd
Not too many people know about
shit
'Cuz they went and got hit
By the COVID 19
When you was nineteen
And saved they lifey
Or what's love like when your little bro
Shit takes on a foe
presenting the one and only, USU...
Hook:
You can't win if you don't play, HEY HEY HEY (x3)
Looks like it's time to get paid we hit the jackpot
Zeb:
coming his way breaks and stops short
cnd now he's out of sorts and you can see he's sorta nervous
Walking to the passenger door to meet his ordered
respect in yo
Hood like a substitute
Foreign lil' bitch, give her dick
Make her teach me Spanish
I can tell he not from the
Way by how he acting friendly
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