Lyrics:
Different color hippie clothes
Gucci by the catalog want I'mma grab it off
Even let my bitch stunt gucci hat sandles on
Even got the bag for that
Switch
I show you how to do this youngin
How you want it my sneaks is nine hundred
These ain't Gucci baby these is the Louis
In the kitchen with the white
Yeah, I was on that corner, tryna get my coins up
Coppers run up on us and we turn to Jackie Joyner
White man kill a black man, they never report
a won't have music on my mind
Make a phone call to ya bitch while I have junkies wait in line
You want smoke over a bitch bro you mad Iont got nothing
You my bae (Fourever)
But only for the day, ahahaaaahhhh
M.I.A., By the AM I'mma skate
Voila
They complacent but want they shit to change
Found me a way
Aye
Turn it up in the head phones
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Baynes
The way my momma talk about me
I sound like I'm a boujie ghetto nigga from the hood
No
solider
Now I can't leave the crib
Without a 40 in the holster
Just in case
Fuck Nigga try to take my life
I'm living dangerous
I'm making sacrifices
No
I might hit a evovle level up
Pokemon
Watch me take over the hoenn kip i skip the digimon
Level up my skill becomes a gift im on the back like a bomb
Talked to my friend again today
Forty days, forty nights
It rained all over the world to be exact
Sinners played, disobeyed
The word comin' down,
safe with that .40 that you holding nigga?
Happy to show it off all over your story nigga?
You feel safe around 40 niggas
I feel safer by myself more
you please
Bitch, ima big boss I got a lot of sauce
Can't step in my shoes
You'll take a loss
Aye, step back peep this
I got a lot of sauce
If you mad
you athletes
From the stands up and blamm drop ya mans at his tracc meet
My tracc and field 3.5 maneuver through bacc streets
U jumping over hurdles
but she can't stay over
My slime good for the pay
He always trying to bring a plate over
Your bitch got a cute face but lean in heart
She need
when, I, ride
I load the forty-five, and explode on your side
My niggas, Mike and Mario, they got some 2's for me
And I spin a nigga Ben until he use
the algorithms aint panning out
Over my head
you pulled you love over my head
Over my Head
And now I miss you most as a friend
I still miss you now as a friend
who you aimin' at?
Playin' with us, it get dangerous
Boy, you might be on some angel dust
You forty and you tryna bang for what?
My .40 on me, I'ma
Early morning in a motel room
Sunshine trying to creep on through
Lost sleep but I found a tune
Stuck inside my head
Cigarettes, a tank of gas
over my head
Hid the picture in my shirt, like a curse
I stood up and walked outside
Where a kid was waitin' for me, with a loaded four-five
I didn't say
All my niggas eat bread
Couple niggas in the feds
Little homie got shot so many damn times
That he still gotta bullet in his head
Gotta nigga that
and alone caught hangin by my Gucci belt
The lust for the funds is melting my mind
The drugs that I huff is selling my rhymes
Rollin in rehab my wheelchair
wake the dead
Taking over my soul
I'm losing all control
Like I'm possessed by a demon
Gonna party all night
Gotta get out my head
We ain't going to bed
at the high rise
And right about my life into the sunrise
Lookin' at the smoke where the twin towers stood
Forty blocks away forty stories high I could see
of the shroom and gas, double the high
Bro walkin down, he ain't doin drive-bys
He got the toaster, it leave that boy baking
Came with a switch and leave my arm
keep hunnit with me forever
It's pipe dream this bitches ain't loyal
Keep the feeling
Suck the boner here's your $40 when it's all over
Pray to my grind
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