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inside of my whip
I bet my life on my expenses and
Send it right to my liver
A quarter pipe by the lip
Imported wine, my shorty finer than his
So why

with you on Twitch but you canceled on some fuck shit
As far as Kendall goes, salute to Crazy Hood, Dub P, and Idee4
You don't have a car, how the fuck

under the mo' Remember 4-0, J-Mack, K-P-O-O-O

More bobs than them, look The way above the rim
It's pimpin' and dancin' to Shit like Fillmoe Slim, Nigga

Then I forward that call
If they don't leave a message
Then I'm thinking they're the cops
Or a pussy ass opp
So the number getting blocked
20 years

And that was that
Never going back
Caught in a parking lot, late one August night
Four good ole boys with baseball bats, didn't think our love was right
If

some More

Bitch, and you know how we up on the scope
Fuck a lil' nigga, twenty-six to four
Back in that trap and we back in that mode
Back in the Grove

the source of my joy
And I stay plugged in
Twenty four seven
I know I'm the One for you
Baby you're Trin
I'm talking in code
And you're cracking a grin
Yeah

Its been twenty-four hours since I last met you
Now I'm thinking of your name
And I'm thinking how your doing
I don't wanna have to make you choose

outlaw sound over 20 years later  still puttin it down
Shout out to my brotha jazz doitall and funke
With out  yall i just wouldnt be me
My first time in

discreet 
So i’ll go without food and just eat up  this beat

Some companies think we should be replaced
By someone who doesn’t need new forms of taste

December
Still look like 4th of July
Punch a ticket night before
ain't do no motherfuckin' planning'
But I'm gone get us down To Cali ma nigga
Yeah demand it

I was Two feet down
Ten toes down
Uh
Same hoes tryna play me was begging for a baby
Called me Four times at Three AM bitch is you crazy
She had

just a whore
Yeah, slidin' in that Z8, I'm in twenty, thousand and four
I gotta go through TSA, the airport
Yeah, brand new tee on my body, no this not

20s to the 50s I be ridin' in that foreign
Hangin' out for  slim in Jojo world Pull up to the dip, I had three or four whores
How is niggas, killers

Saving it all for you, my love so true
I wanna be with you, girl, my heart's anew
You're still nineteen, babe, I'll wait patiently
For twenty, my

Streets ain't big enough for both of us
One gotta go before I let Tameka hear How I got played a hoe
Gave my baby hell, but still won't play by her

Used to be coppin an ounce
Now I been smokin in pounds
I got yo bitch in the back
And I been takin her down
I just been pourin up fours
It was just

Liability for my fucking life
Growing up sometimes makes you feel like homicide
After 20 money stacking up sound like a lullaby
I said don't worry

MIC EN ON. REMIX : ONFIRE
MORE THE FOUR GIMMIKS NO HAY FRAUDE
WITH MY SHOTS, WRITING LOW PRICES
meeting for samples
ALL CÁRTER GHOST RIDER
NO SALES

A pyro
July 4th, in Cleveland, Ohio
Now I'm getting older I don't got no time to play
I learned it's yours for the taking it gets worse when you wait

Time to smarten up
Two thousand twenty four
The glocs coming for your ass for sure
So put your mother fucking crocs in sport mode
Cause bitch you

the Ganja
Gimme the ligher!

Man work by 6am
But, Living lifestyle ya 4:20
Don't give a damn what they say man
I run my own race
I'm like Usain
Beka ngwazi

It was four twenty on a Thursday
On the Eastern side of town
I was headed home from a dealer friend
That was helping me with the git-down
When

like for the cheese
Rather play dice with the Nigga line em up for the green
Imma do the bust down and walk up I'm some gritty shit
I hit the same spot 4