Lyrics:
run like Puig or Turner at bat
Said she wants a brew, so went to Eighty-Two
10 Rounds of Galaga, 2 that I lose
Cash only grub at the bomb taco truck
verbal excel-lessons you could learn from me
Money make you dummy that's why you rap like a mummy
Man I been thinking I should switch my style and get
best to evade (Okay)
Oou I'm gone (Okay)
Nigga you late (Okay)
Oou I'm gone (Okay)
Clydie Escape (Let's Rock)
Fuck it I'm off it I'm off it
Like
If it's a problem we gon' solve it
This everything I prayed for, we 'bouta get it poppin'
Step back with the rock like I'm Harden
10,000 in, now I'm
when I'm not sincere
Come sit on my lap you're a hot mess, dear
Your face kinda resembles a lochness, weird
I can tell by the easiest smell that's all
like Chubby Checker
The boy's versatile, I got styles by the piles I got more piles of styles than lawyers got files
Got flavor, more than big shavers
getting grain like it’s oatmeal
Crushed by the sin like it’s road kill
Dipped in the sauce like I’m rotel
Ohh Aye
On my knees pray
Know they gone hate
But
baby but im gettin is guap
Hi tech poe dat shit on the rocks
Cookie bags fulla gas
In a box
All a nigga worred bout
Is a check
If it aint bout that then
Nowadays I'm buying percocets off my auntie em
Look me in my eyes, you can tell that I'm going in
Bitch don’t act surprised, always knew you'd be
I'm my way took a sip
I miss the Wock' but that Hi Tech shit okay
She wanna be my rock
But I threw her in a lake
At the gas station for pops
Cashier
the wheel
Writing riffs that rock like Hephaestus crafting steel
Little Billy Silly Billy sunshine beaming inspiration
A humble human being with scene
hoes
I know they hating cause I rock designer clothes
I did this shit by my lone
I flow with no boat
All of these niggas my clones
Baby im fly with no
big weed burn cool by the pack
Watch your back New Orleans is a fool like that
Out the blue you crooked punishments choose to jack
You might see me
soon will be committed by my mind
Is it me or man kind that bound to be trapped
Put the front of a gat to the mothafuckin facts
They keep closing on me
hesitating and debating every move I'm making
It's so annoying like what the fuck is the matter
Maybe it's this shit am I too distracted by the chatter
I'm
off the bus then meet by the rocks
Bitches I couldn't get a convo out of a hi or a hey wanna tie up the knot
Rapper told me that his homie told him push
I get a lil' closer
Rock you to sleep, like I got these lil' bitches, come over!
Hopin' you fall for the bait, thinkin' you safe
Have that ass
now
So I can rock and roll to satisfy my soul
One hundred beds with chorus girls
A street that's paved with natural pearls
A wagon load of bonds
of the good things that life can bring
We're like brothers now, and that ain't gonna change, no way
And even when things go wrong, they're always by my side
We've been all around the world
Seen so many things
And tasted all the good things that life can bring
We're like brothers now, and that ain't
respect You like it ..
You a Lil ass boy, you don’t want no smoke trust me you don’t wanna dance
Rock off white too and Balenci shoes but my clothes come
women and children killed by the police and shit
Niggas ain't gon' forget that, you know what I mean?
Yo, what this war just show me is like, whatever you
I'm from the old hood, somethin' like yo' hood
Where niggas don't know good, or know Suge, but the blow good
So we rock it like Tracy McGrady
Send it
gon rock the boat for me
Like wavy (Get it, yeah)
Wavy baby (Get it, yeah)
I ain't never felt this way (Aye, yeah)
You make me crazy (Get it, get it,
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