Lyrics:
money
Gettin' longer
Bitch I drink Ciroc my plug drink Corona
Speedin' through my city on that dough
It's an eye for eye
Nigga bust at me I'm bustin back
Aight, talk your shit
Yo, it's your fucking boy
Sturdy motherfuckin' Mr 30
You fucking the streets up (Haha, yeah)
Fucking niggas' bitches
Fucking
(Intro)
(Ron G)
Turn me up a lil bit more
Aight
Fukk Pigg again
A crazy world that we living in
Gotta watch out for yo family, including ya
IN THE MIC
I’M CONSTRUCTING MORE GADGETS TO MATCH IT
THE MAGIC AN ADDICT ON ATTIC CAN’T GRAB IT OR CAP IT
A-IGHT, SHIT ON YOUR STRIPES
I’M IN
That's all I gotta say
As I start my life yeah aight
Gotta get that money
Gotta make a profit
Boy you're boo hooing
I'm never apologizing
Stop it never
the clout
Cause I'ma make it with my talent
I just had a convo with my nigga out in Dallas
And he said I need a Grammy by the time he gets his Masters
So I
I
thing
Pullin your strings, makin you feel like you in a dream
It's the king of the Hip-Hop Quotables, givin you multiples
just by the tone of my voice in
checklist
Im possesed by demon spirits, who are breaking my own limits
Listen closely u can hear them in my lyrics
One day u will die, yeah aight
Guess
it
My mama fasho the first call when
We winnin
I'm ree ree baby
You kan tell by my pendant
I'm home
Aint really seen the C in a minute
Jus gimme
in every one of his cells
It's me
Banished from the earth by Constantine
"John wicking" all these baddies like Keanu Reeves
I'm taking breath
like I'm teasing
It's niggas be like I'm decent
While they shit's like the weakest
Aight, whatever, I'm just in a living room
Brainstorming about
girls tryna make a movie where the cam at already
My daddy told me judge a man by how he stand, how he step and shit
And it was crazy man, see my
play it safe (what you mean?)
I'ma walk him down with this Drac' (brrt-brrt)
Body slam a nigga with this K, bitch, like I'm Booker T
I'm a trapper,
sailin' by myself
Had me sellin' O's for wealth
Now I'm barely over zealous for my hobbies or Chanel No. Five on my bitch body
I'm sick probably by the way
been at the gym, I been working on my cardio
Always for the paper chase, dream chasing on the audio
I want me a bad bitch that will make it clap like
fucking say it
Now we just hitting all these licks like crazy
Passing by your fucking hood now, we shooting them down
We don't gotta hit 'em up
We just so
Hey, start up the music again, like, what the fuck
Yo bitch is badder than Kim, like, what the Hey,
Who put some dab in the pen, like, what the
Might
full price for it only, I save better buying
The whole thing, y'all gotta discount by the bulky
I order new Dior when I'm lonely, I'm bored
Order 4 more
to the West, aight bring it back home
Think about it
Oh, I know, I know you doubt it
I know you doubt it
Water to rain
It's all in a wave
What more can you say
Aye aye
Yeah
Aye I'm back bitches
Haha
Yeah
Aight let me talk my shit one time
Yeah Look
Silent make it knock
I say my prayers at night before I
kryptonite
It's just you and I
You keep talking that shit
And I'ma put you in a crypt tonight
If your mouth pop off
I'ma flip the script in this bitch
Make
to drive but it ain't a foreign, clothes clean but they ain't designer, tryna grind but it's hard as a bitch cuz I all this baggage right here behind me .
on that pipe yeah aight
Ain't no Blueface baby you'll never catch me slipping
Gotta keep it p keep it pushing keep it pimping
Took so many losses I keep
get , go to it
And that what I did
And that's how it went down
Little did I know on the other side of town
She was datin' this guy by the name of big
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