Lyrics:
I'm waitin' sir
I'm from that dirty dirty south, you shit boy better watch your mouth
Lil fat don't do this shit for the crowd, don't quit until
Attached, im silent
I'm shootin that shit im violent,
Roll it up now, I smoke this grass,
Drive by and I'm shootin yo ass,
She be a treesha so I call her
to walk down when they took my dog for real
Put this shit on film my lil' nigga steppin' in some Tim's
Lil' nigga dunking shit Kareem come around put shit
fat
Just because it's played on the radio, 20 times per day?
My perception of poetical injection is ejaculation
The Immaculate Conception
The hall
the greatest this shit underarm
Rolling za back to back every blunt is a thumb
If you play with the gang you get hit with a bomb
Boom yeah I get the pack send it
saying some real shit type of guy but all this shit is on my mind
People dying all the time
Losing brothers to the system, losing brothers to the drugs,
really know what you want
I don't really know what is what
Eyes out here in a truck
Made by Elon Musk
Come out here we gotta fuck
Come out here we gotta
paid all year,
U got a real good career,
Damn u thick, shake that thang so quick,
Who is u wit,
always on yo shit, Ooooh look at them lips, work them
Go get em champ
He went up the taint
Nigga ohh ooww
Niggas onii-chan
Niggas yo jojo is my dad
I'm white he's white
Do I do I just like on some real
up, without a pot to piss in
Is it me, or is the rap game different?
Niggas makin' indirect calls, long distance
Thinkin I'm gon' stop, I'm too
masterpiece, bitch
This is real artistry
You bad, built, egg-shaped, love-seat, body-ass bitches can never, like I'm sorry
Like you bitches couldn't give bars if
me, or get snatched by the collar
The party ain't over till that fat bitch holler
I'm in the house so check the way I flow
Niggaz say I'm fat
(BLACKPINK!)
I keep it lit like a matchstick
Bitch, I'm a star, but no Patrick
I'm getting cake, that's a fat check
Hold on a roll like grad jet
These
have been dropping and falling onto the concrete
Crumbling, being crushed like my people by our society
I could be worry free but the fear is growing
your girl to meet me 'cause (I'm a flirt)
And baby don't bring your girlfriend to eat 'cause (I'm a flirt)
Please believe it, unless your game is tight
the bricks, as I lounge like a fat rat
You bust back and might catch a cat, rat-a-tat-tat
The one and only always real, never phoney
Look to the sky,
it real
Doin' it here, yeah
Big fat loaf
Slap you over the head with it
That's how I do it
Yeah
Givin' the world the finger, one bean at a time
Just
Strippers are fuct, tweakers are fuct, your mom is fuct, and cocaine is fuct, your girlfriend is fuct, by my face shes fuct, by a dog shes fuct, by
wonder is this really real
Or, you got somebody teachin' you?
Tell me if you love somebody (I do)
Tell me if you for somebody (I don't know)
She
couldn't make it, I'm a take it by myself
I'm awaiting a vacation
Three bricks going to Kurt, coming home from Las Vegas
On the phone with Joe, finishing
them
And we can fuck on any bitch, you can see me when I hit them
My pockets real fat, yeah, they enormous, yo' pockets ain't got shit in them
This
Real as shit deze niggas is hungry
Looking for handout my nigga don't look for me
I stand on my own with my mouth to feed
U niggas on your own this ain't
I'm a young nigga, go by the name B.G.
Don't stunt, nigga, my K hold fifty
And I will use, in a minute you six feet
I refuse to lose, I issue
mix tape I don't wanna feature
Couldn't give a shit about your album either
I don't wanna hear you come out the speaker, no
You ain't been to a show
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