Lyrics:
Možno už aj zisťuješ aké je to cítit sa sám
Smiech strieda pláč, keď v ústach zas máš zbraň
Slova nie sú iba slova, to by bola moc náhoda
Je to na
Uh
Someone made a mess in my account (someone sound like me, yes)
Someone bought a Patek in a panic (yes, yes)
Forty Bentley addict, I go manic
bitch back
Fucking my bitch by the change (change)
Want me to jump out the stage (jump out the stage)
I wanna jump in the air (yeah)
You know
homies, I never tell 'em the vision
I do my dirt by my lonely, I probably won't get a visit
I'm thinkin' 'bout all my aunties and uncles, and how they're
Now a nigga tired again, Smoke a three, five, get fried again
I don't even know what the fuck I was waiting on, had to learn I can't rely on them
Wake up time, five to nine
Rushing out the door for the nine to five
Ride the subway to the end of the line
Like I'm sleep walking, don't feel alive
Lowriding, low, lowriding
Lowriding, low, lowriding
Lowriding with my dime
Girl you my one and only
Like riding down the 405 with 5-0 only
We California
the plaque in, I'm still already platinum
It feels so good ma, ma to be platinum
E.V.S diamonds and Bentley macking
So sick this VSOPN a passion
slaughter (facts)
I made a fifty now I want a hunnid, a billi', it go in that order (facts)
Ah
Daddy died by a .44, I be livin' like a warlord
'Member I
desire
We're all fucking hypocrites, hypocrites, hypocrites
Everybody's playing the game
Five-0 on the highway, not going my way
Saints and sinners, one
a knee just like derrick rose
Im the number after zero im feeling chose
Mr 17.5 im feeling throwed
Never know I am invested
Im at the line at yo
Keep that shit low key, Tay
I don't like this
Alright 0-1-1-0, I'm tryna make the opps to deceased
Okay
All my white lows fresh as fuck and yo shit
Hey Lil? Jon, know we tell these boys
When they campin' out with the blunt, right?
We tell ?em puff, puff, pass with your pussy ass
I said puff,
Hey, UD (Maybach Music)
What's good, my boy?
Mr. 3-0-5 (yes sir), Wade County
Sixteen years later
We done made history
Three rings on our
trees by the crib in the hills
She wanna live in it
Louie V carpet all up in my room
Now I can't wait to go back home
I peep lil shawty right up from
black men don't cheat
Need 5 figures by the end of each week, taxes high so I keep receipts
Gotta stay up, so I keep tabs
Sleep on me, you must be mad
the lane with nobody else next to it
Ain't get here by myself, lot of help next to it
Word to chilly chill, that's myself let's do it
1St and 15 ent, FNF
flow in the back balanced like 5-0
Fuuji rhymes slow but i switch it faster than minds go
Off track shorty with me does not lack
Her energy is magic I
The Bentley wag bulletproof like a brinks truck
C.b.l, we don't care what ya homies sell
Rubberband around the stacks like a ponytail
I could meet a hoe
a friend
Riding around the city in a 5.0
With the boys and we ain't going back home
Been a minute but I'm cruisin' in the 305
I been eating healthy, but I
with Pharrell
I knew she wouldn't get far cause five hundred dollars
Can't get you that far, how you get that far
And all these new video bitches tryin
by her puff
In that Bentley Mulsanne, keep it tucked
In the back of the Bentley, this shit gettin' sticky
This shit gettin' stuck
I might pour up
I'm good like G double O-D
OG kush by the motherfuckin' oz
Hoes wanna roll with a young nigga so street
You ain't fuckin' Tory 'less you
Tryna hit
is 5
But none of that matters if your ass ain't alive
You could care less about the records I se;;
You just want to know I tried but I fell
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