Lyrics:
Need some new weed, who am I? Yuh
Ran high outta home to advise ya
That these pills killing me, feelin' my head
Still reeling me, feelin' my
Need
to the guy behind the counter
And he says "Yeah, what do ya want?"
I said "You got any glazed donuts?"
He said "No, we're outta glazed donuts"
I said
gotta date
Head to the top, that a way
I need crib sitting by the lake
My pockets fat, they getting outta shape
I'm high asl bitch I'm outta space
I
clique tight know ya goals
Don't speed slow ya role don't speak learn the code
For they pop ya ass barbecue ya body
With beans outta the shotty while
a Zapruder flick (yeah)
Too rude for ya rudiments
Who convinced you you could move against the crew?
In this, comin' up through the fence
Off shore outta
needin' you lately
I'm goin' outta my head and all the things that I said
I wish that I never said them now
Aw baby, what you say now?
(You're gonna
ya roll
Slow ya roll
Oh boy, yeah
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Boy, yeah
He wanna, lick lick lick lick me
From my head to my toes (Like how ya) suck
Hustle folk
And busting folk, what the fuck they arguing fussin' cussin' for?
You like it ho, a couple years ago I woulda probably cut ya throat
Fuck it
the
Weights I'm gonna buy
A stab-proof vest and put in the plates
I got so many stars and stripes I might
Buy a new house in the states
Every compliment my head
means I'ma mash
So go get my green out the stash, walk with that beam in ya ass
'Cause I gotta
Hit the block, count that cash, get that cheese, get that
Double up
Go head go fall in love
But keep ya head clear guarded up
Shed ya tears even thugs cry
Im just tryna make it outta life alive
Im just tryna make
wanna aim for my head
Don't let me take your respect
I'll take your crown with your head still attached
Then wear it as a chain on my neck
Woah
Man caught
than a muthafucka
ABK in this bitch undercover
No badge, no cuffs, no jail
'Bout to beat ya in the head with my 40 until ya tell
Detroit hatchet
(yeah)
Me, I just hustle and flow
Find a track, start and pimp on a ho
The block got hot, a nigga had to get low
Get the fuck outta dodge and hit
My uncle
in a hat
Call that a riddle rap
Shit, fuck the chitter chat
I'm the baker, i bake the bread
The barber, i cut ya head
The marksman, i spray
what I own on my forehead, huh
But I doubt that, and now ya want to back out
Your career had more ins and outs than a crack house
I'm macking 'n
clique tight know ya goals
Don't speed slow ya role don't speak learn the code
For they pop ya ass barbecue ya body
With beans outta the shotty while
just like the rest
Can't get you outta my mind
Can't get you outta my head
Can't get you outta my
Can't get you outta my
Can't get you outta my head
You
cross ya out
Chorus:
Hey yo, I walk by myself,i die by myself
'cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self
I do for my self,make moves for my
fawh fawh fawh fawh
You outta here nigga
Bitch I got time today
Boosting the murder rate
Take out ya spine like a date
And I'll say it to ya face
Bitch I
fingas up
We hollerin SQAD UP nigga! SQAAAD UP!
You got a problem - tell 'em meat me by mine
You know the heat be by my nuts nigga
Man we can knuckle up
three like I'm winnin the lotto
(Uhh) Hi my name yonny go by otaku (wassup)
Have ya girl slurp on my meat like a taco (yeah)
(Uhh) Gripping the 40 call
cuz she loves it when I’m handy/
Ya grippin on ya head cuz ya feel like ya loosin it,
Switchin up my game I don’t wan chu to cum yet,
Nibble on ya
Money is an issue, and that's on the fa' shizzle my nizzle
Ya block warm, then I come by with the fizzle
And make fa' sho' I get to work mines, for part
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