Lyrics:
give a little, mostly taking, selfish
And you can tell em by the way when it come time to pay the bills they stay away
PRE-CHORUS
And it don't matter
turn to gun, I gotta turn to none
See, y'all gone fuck around and turn me back to the old silkk
And them boys who know me, y'all know silkk
They know I'm
you can tell me 'bout this pressure (pressure)
Uh, I'm out here chillin', probably find a space to switch up by Friday
I circle the block a couple
a chance
To show you that I'm better then that boy you call your man
You all alone so could you spot me for the dance
You acting grown and I could tell by
Tell 'em I be feeling some way
Thinkin' I can get the Maybach off gun play
Instead I let the words play with 90 beats a minute
Bet the streets lose
the land so cold
Eveybody's singin' the devil's song along the road
[Boogy Nikke]
I'm takin' the lives of all them seargents, lieutenants we pin this
in stolos on backstreet
Double-R Forgis on black Jeep
Tell 'em get at me
I'm stuffin' dope right up
Under this mattress
Hit a lick in the bricks
I got
in the limelight
So picture what they'll do for my jimmy and a Klondike
Bar, bar, hardy-har
Tell yo' momma I'm a ghet-to su-per-star
Lil' buddy
niggas
My nigga, my nigga (dope boys my niggas)
My nigga, my nigga (YG my nigga)
My nigga, my nigga (Rich Homie my nigga)
My nigga, my nigga (it's
the scenario
Act up and bullets start tearing 'em, uh
My body different, hop in the foreign, I'm drifting
Tell Dread lift him, give him bald head like he
a panty
(Uh) lift 'em, boy gon' help me, I'm driftin
(Skrrt) my body different, uh, Amiri
The denim, Givenchy, i'm dripped in
Don't get fooled by these
prison
Fuck a Bentley or a Lexus, just my boys in the squadder
Nigga talk reckless, then I hit 'em with the Smif an'
But I'm never snitchin', I'm a rider
hoes like we used to (used to)
Trade clothes like we used to (used to)”
I tell em “I’m living for right now
So I ain’t doing shit like I used to, naw”
a chance
To show you that I'm better then that boy you call your man
You all alone so could you spot me for the dance
You acting grown and I could tell by
, my mic sounds nice, check two.
P.U.F.F., I'm gon' make 'em go deaf,
Make you say who dat, dem Total bytches, bad asses,
Kima, Keisha and Pam, oh
Snitch leave em
Bitch sue us
Pushin' up daisies, roses, petunias
Weights, funerals, service, communion
I'm hotta than the mother fuckin' hot boys
by myself, I ain't never needed help
Real, real nigga, straight from off the shelf
Dope boys offspring, bring them all hell
I'm a champion, where's my
record
Donny B blasting bandit boys
Gotta adapt to rats of course
We getting right past em as I thought
They set a trap, we trap some more
Tell em we back,
I got a dope beat, melody, good ring
Who's there? I heard so I walked right in
Whats next yo? Im transforming
Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome
cause I'm dominant by Nature
Flavor of the month, I tell 'em to thet can keep theirs favors
Have a screamin, like the doctor induce her into labor
I ain't
Tell them boys at Griselda to sign a cracker
I just want advancements and a promise to keep my masters
Spot me through my laughter
I'm mackin' up
just climbing up
Yeah I'm just rising up
Fat blunts to the face mind expanding huh
Flying and landing huh
Different phases passing by time traveling huh
with all the trimmings
Pantomimes for the children - got me in my zone
Can’t knock me off I’m gifted -
Let em top me off what I’m sippin- tell her
High as hell in the stu and we smokin on dope
Your bitch in my stu and she givin me throat
Okay lil shawty she dance on the pole
By the way that she
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