Lyrics:
To help they dome rocket
Astroworld in case you wanna stop it
That case you have against me
I'd suggest you drop it
This could be your eulogy
For continuing
4 quarter down, two low clock
Buzz like a robot, no shock
Face in her pussy then lip lock
Good kush by the ziplock
Every time I drop it's a good day
drop it's a good day for Hip-Hop
Every time I stop all the biddies show me titties
Mammogram from the free free
Pajama jam in my village, I mean villa
Stuck up in the ghetto when them robbers are plotting
It's popping, I love 'em, drop em if there honestly shotting
Them nerds try'na act goonie
Tell
obliged, she off the drugs
Give me slop in the drop top on the way up
Keep that pistol by my side
Who in my corner, got my back
On my grind, blunt, nose,
to the studio I had to
Catch a flight do it every night uh huh
Yeah my brother callin' me he said he siced uh huh
And I ain't even mean to drop tech in the sprite
a nigga by his lonely
But I don't stress it, everyday a chance to get some money
And I'm the type of a nigga you read in the yearbooks
Ima go down in
the cops on me
I love you mommy
But you ain't seeing me in county
Criminal
Criminal
Criminal
Please forgive your only boy
He gon get it right
Put down them
Caresha
Hold that sign up
Say "Go Papi!" I start wildin'
Then I stop pose for a frame
Ricky Bobby (aye)
She drop that top off
That brain in a Mazi (aye)
niggas (ayy)
I am to P to have beef 'bout a B
It's just BB and BG by the feet
Bodies get tied if it be, by the fee (ayy, ayy, ayy)
You niggas ain't
if you feel me
Move wit me and don't stop
Put your hands up
Soon as the beat drops
Cause usually I'm not like this but tonight
I'm a bad girl
it's
The David magic wrist getting money
You bitches can't see me like my mother home
She's bitching her dog is
Back with another bone
Hollar for
gone show you how to whip it,How to flip it,How to put it in a bag
Shooter ainʼt got no name fucking on a thot she ainʼt got no name riding in a drop
jargon is toxin Armageddon waitin' to fully blossom
My flow is Black Peal Remy Martin off pills of Oxycontin
Drop bombs just like the 332nd Squadron
H
Professor X:
"Freedom or death, we shall all be moved. Vanglorious! This is
protected by the red, the black, and the green, with a key,
want no steam
I'm gettin' this shit, get it by any means
I'm pushin' out music like I'm a machine
I feel like Martin Luther, I got a dream
I'm
patrick star
And I might win some people over with that flo rida
I'm ahead of this music game by light years
I'm the definition of swag bitch it's rite
a machete
Who wanna bring it on?
The masters of spittin'
Get smacked where you sittin'
Ahk, I'm not kiddin', tryna test me
See? That's where you wrong in fact
the bitch and I crashed it
Ain't pay for shit, by my own, I'm a savage
Ain't tryna beef 'less you droppin' the addy
Hit from the side, now she callin' me
never wrote, smoke to keep it on the low
Busta takin off the map, wonder do yo roadies know
Tricky Ricky Scarecrow, cooler than a fan though
Riden wit
that time to drop
Gave you niggas hella time, thick bitch, hella fine
Strapped up, Columbine , call me scrapp flocc for short
know he dead, but look
ya'll don't really know what it do
I drop jewels in your head like it's Purell shampoo
Martin Luther King & Malcolm X, Don' and Baby U
Spit the gospel in
Smoke the hash, take it, form like a puddy, holmes
Hop in the Caddy, leave your body by a muddy road
A dirty rotten scoundrel like Steve Martin
Drugs
Martin Sheen
The Apocalypse is what it seems
Out of school by the age sixteen
Almost died at the age of eighteen
Stuck in a can just like a sardine
I was
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