Lyrics:
the rap, get the fat crib
Duck or get blasted by the Squad Mig
I'm not your nig, clockin 7 digit figs
You dig?
I want that ass, then my crew got dibs
been writin in my feelings
I've been walkin on the ceiling, body crossed but not from healing
Poppin tylenol and whiskey just for buzz but not for
humbly united
My family never divided
Desperado, Thug Line, Mo Thug, Millennium, 7th Sign
For the F-B-I you want to come test my Enterprise
Bitch you
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Y'know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my man
like back of the plane
Im spitting what Reagan made back in the days
No back and fourth if you be capping for fame
I ain't claimin' a sign or a color
bitches
(What?) but all my bitches
Got 6 figures (Okay)
Every song I put out for it slipped
I gave this bitch 5
Put me first, second, third, even fourth
and breathe
'Cause there's a time and place to bite your lip
It goes peace to phobia
For the boots made for walking
Now if only Best Buy could break me off
so we could kick it
Right in front of his lenses, nothing here is malicious
You sat by me in that movie, we went outside for them doobies
We walkin
The grey cloud beckons
Every ounce of dread gets heavier by the second
Thinking about the speed of time passing every minute
Akira the start,
blastin' at it
It ain't even that deep baby)
You don't have to worry you can ride with me now
Niggas are quick to scream how they die for me now
Only
Slickers, folks from the country, Freedom Fighters
And you can't stop it
These boots are, boots are, boots are made for combat
And you tried to lock us out,
the walk!
Walk it!
Are ya, are ya, are ya ready boots?
Start walkin'
Scuse me, but I'm new in town
I was wonderin' if I could get directions to your
You can't fuck with us in the group
I been a little off kilter
Spittin' these raps with no filter
These hearses all float, my verses are dope
And I'm
blunts and be high for three days
You can tell by the way i walk i ain't from 'round hurr (here)
Probably couldn't tell 'cause i ain't walkin nowhurr
and stallin' but you couldn't stand tall enough and they moved on and passed, uh
Bawlin' and bawlin' about all the kids that are walkin' all over your grass, uh
excellence that came walkin out, no doubts
And I'm just tryna get it right
In a world full of strife these sound bytes is just bout life
And I know that I been
call maury.
Bring in her in the loop, cause ya babymama sorry.
Was driven by my wants swear it lead to dark
7 days, ots making that corn. (Cornish)
catchin' slugs now
No love so don't come around
Run for the border now
Head shots are the standard
Got no time for no second rounds
Down from
a bottle
But now I’m in a bottleneck
These boots weren’t made for walkin’
Down these busy city streets
Yeah, cowgirl souls ain’t meant to stroll
On sizzlin’
A pleasure - cut short by the piercing, deathly, toxic
Foul cloud coming from the slaughterhouse off Denny's Lane
But then, just for a whiff of a second
' round sayin' I am him
Can not lose myself walkin' round sayin' I am me
I wish all of these niggas understood their capabilities
Times are gettin' hard,
heard me
Five hundred dollars is all I've been taxing
This niggas for tweeting, I never been trappin'
Was gone for a second, i'm back on they asses
Was
askin' why I don't leave her alone
Treat dick like a pickle
Leave a nigga with no shit, like he had caught the sickle
I'm R.B. for a hoe by the tooth
My
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