Lyrics:
fun now
Bitch I'm JUVENILE down
Smoke it by the pound pound
Niggas love to hate when you evolve that's what I found out
I was the one they counted out
I've clowned for years, and y'all could never fade my peers
One two three four five six seven nine, ten, Eiht you can't win
'Cause all the way around
cats,
Set yo clown ass right up with my down ass
Bitch to hold the cash and G's, stash the guns for 'em
And the icedy E Berkee, breathe the the sun for
Zoot suits with guns up to their waist bands
Hi guys I'll put your head in a trashcan
Watch public access with 20 year commercials
Got one figure
rolling up another blunt
Heard he died by the gun
What's new none much
That's a norm round here
There's a storm in here
Were not counting years
Were
he pulled up seven three
Slaying all these demons
Had to call my dawg Baki
Colored jeans on
But I can still stuff my pockets
Man put that gun down
That
face help the bitch see clearly
9 on the waist hit the bitch up severely
I'm know for the flip of that coke I enaa
I'm heavy in the street like the 7
With a Glock in it (Ay G5YVE)
Already poppin' it
Look
I go by the name of G5YVELIKETHIS
KANG FRVR
Look
You know you done fucked up right?
Look
I
(kissing)
I love you so much, don't never leave me, I won't let you leave
The ho turned me out, green eyes, had a crush on her
Since 5 years
nutted on her corset
All you ever do is talk shit, you never set it off yet
You ain't gotta tell me, bitch I know I'm a don
My uzi weigh a ton, raise my
the mall out
Fuck the fallout
Word is Stretch, I bet they pussy
The seven digits push me
Fuckin' real
Here's the deal
I got a hundred bricks, 14-5 a piece
Look here sB donks, five-seven-five jeans
Five thousand dollars on my
Fuckin wallet chain
I be wildin maine, I'mma island man
There ain't nothin'
one year?
Don't make 'em go for you
Then go shoot to California
I got beaucoup hammers on me while
I'm chilling by myself at home
'Bout gun smoke, got
get that up in here
I get a bitch by the pair
Hit from the back I might pull out her hair
Young niggas wild with style we major
Step on the stage
drinking that clear lookin for a bitch
That got a lil? money man and suck a lil? dick
Your boyfriend trippin tell him be boo
Live by the G-Code and play
my gun shoot bitch
If he start talking turn his brain into goop bitch
I don't fuck with groupies that's some kid shit
Come around me with that shit ill
cry
If me dead nuh
Mi promise her jus smiles
Mummy she nah guh cry
Suh mi affi live right
Gun cyaa buss innah mi head nuh
Mi keep it by side
By my side
Chased by a shot of Scotch whiskey, brew brisky
For sixty years, misty bottles of Crysty in the freezer
Red twist leaf, melted in spliffy, Cali blunt
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah mane you know what I'm sayin' mane (Ayy)
It's Downer mane in this bitch mane (Yuh, yuh)
I'm Alexa, here's addict twenty-seven
Move bitch,
Get off my way
Am pulling up with seven figures
And my niggaz by me
Cruising like a legend am the captain so we sail
If you ain’t put in
it's up If it's up, then I'm up next
Seven figures in my check Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
M.D. on me yeah, it's hella fun, trippin' on my
magic jaun a pimp
I learned the word bitch from you,
So why can't a nigga get rich from you
These are English words
Scarred to be used by geeks
even play like that
What it takes to get to the top
You niggas mad told the bitch kick rocks
I'm the trending topic I'm the hottest nigga out
I'm an OG 7
I'm dying by myself
I'm dying by myself
Dying by myself taking these pain pills
Dying by myself with this bitch taking the pain still
I'm dying by
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