Lyrics:
had to cut some niggas off, but ain't no hard feelings (for real)
Being backstabbed by your family, that's a hard feeling (for real)
Yeah, I know I
Mei Ling is a home run too
Said I shouldn't wait or get fucked by two
A threesome, a just set my mood
Play me like I'm dumb, I'ma spill my juice
all night, came home to cold dinners
I was out there ballin' all night, no one to coach me
My junkie fiendin' all night, gave him a bogie
Jumped in
Abu Dhabi
Shawty, London ya da Paris (wait)
Mahallem safari, baby, ballin' like Giannis (ah, hah)
Shawty freaky freaky, beni ısırdı Suárez (mmh)
ain't lookin' for alliances)
Pourin' red, I got a pint of it, it help my sinuses (uh)
They try to tell us play by the rules, but I don't comply to it,
late night vices (Psh)
Phone tapped by vices
Bullets hit friends heads 'til they physical's lifeless
Can't just right this, can't Suge Knight this,
všechno se změnilo
Pamatuju Zutroy, Iscream boyz
Pamatuju crunk jackpot ballin bordel
Bez nás by to, co je teď, more, nikdy nebylo
Můj chain a bílý
be floatin' in the lake by ten
I don't fuck with confused liars
Rather lay low with a slut, consumin' my nut like a new diet
Brother, I'm too fire
Gucci by Dapper Dan (Friend)
3XL wie Doug Heffernan
Die haben gedacht, ich wär' tot
Aber man wird nicht älter in Neverland (ah)
Louis V wie Kim Jones
oh cent, back down, had to eat the top ramen by the pack owww
Hit-boy said price snap now
Fuck that you're hogging the mic, lemme rap now
Make
von Freiheit
Trippin sippin und drive-bys
Big Bad Birds for Life
Hermann mit der Forty, der OG mit der OE
Von Menace to Society zum Promi
Voll wie
You gettin' it you feelin' good
You on top you ridin' high
You NR 1 you big in town
Everybody gotta look when you ridin' by
Gotta love when I see
Once again, another Trax Productions
Rush for the 9-8, mobsta elites
Ain't it a shame how we make ballin' look so sweet
Especially when you ain't
DamageHooked up with Criminal now songs plain
SimpleSureño love rockin' that little RegalIn a
Lincoln ContinentalNow were ballin' out of
ControlLittle Simons' up
on layaway love?
I can tell by your hair
Say the main thing that you need, a millionaire,
And when you bat your eyelashes all I see is dollar signs
Now I
It's just Caprice's, and Impala's sittin' on chrome down here
Brawls and ballin', ain't all that's goin' on round here
Young killers tote pistols, like
money
All dem by da bar
So you know I'm bout ta get skumy
I move so swift
Gonna be da shit
And if your swagga right
Den come and holla at a bitch
I'm
everlastin
That is, if ya ride wit me, ya better be down to die wit me
So finally
We strive to be
Some ballin ass mutha fuckaz who is known internationally
to ease on back
Lunasicc, young G's
Ain't no ten's on that
I'm gaurenteed to make a mill by the time I get through
Ain't no Versace, juss boss clothes
and kill switches
Homies twisted and fitted in EB and Hilfiger
Real niggas on my side ballin out of control
And all the hoes know we got the north
Barry, bodies bloody like Mary
Too scary to even look at when that ass gets buried
Gettin' carried away put to death by the vet
I'm a rider,
currency by the stack
M town reppa liquor sippa and the souths on my back
[Chorus 3x]
I got that cake, I got that cake
These suckas see me out here flossin
Angeles, this is Los Angeles
Out the belly of CA, hated by the D.A.
Skatin' in a '6-trey drinkin' on E&J
Everything will C okay
As I turn this bottle for my
Suicide hood and 4-do's swangin the frame
Cocked up and sideways when I'm tippin the lane
Showin Asshole By Nature so they know what I claim
Ain't no
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