Lyrics:
always creep
You always creep
You always creep
Ayo, uh, one, two, three, four
Kill Bill, Jackie Brown, Pulp Fiction, and Reservoir
Peep the lore,
die by the gun (baow)
Ain't gotta cap 'bout the shit that I done
My nigga got bond and he went on the run (go)
Got my roof in the trunk and my trunk
Oi might be a woman-beater but I'm not a pussy-eater
So when the shit hits the fan, it's outta my mouth
You don't like what I'm talkin' about?
All
Styrofoam feel
With a strawberry fan-a-treat
Leaning I'm a need a kick stand to stay on my feet
Get out ma bid'ness like I kicked ya out my office
I ain't
Patiently watchin waitin for a come up
Get your spot took, we rob land like white man
Plans to overthrow your whole shit by shaking your hand
on my hip (hip), niggas hippity-hop (hop)
He was dissin' on songs (songs), and that shit got him shot (shot)
Hit his block with a broom (broom), hit his
humping on the matress
hard like I was fuckin
I realized I was dreaming
then I got up
I hit the Vick's inhaler
'cause my nose was stuffed up
me see if all that shit you talkin' really legit.
Fifteen miles an hour, maybe mo'.
You can make it straight from your seat to your front door.
like Nick Nolte
Young but O-G's at this rap shit nigga please
One hit for all of us to start eating
And wild stack on three weeks
on bowell leather
(Let's run it, let's run it, let's run it)
Yo, fuck you, Kanye, first and foremost
For making me do this shit, muhfucker
Had to throw everybody
Come now gather 'round and watch this mother burn down
When you think you're alright
Thats when the shit hits the fan
And when you think you're in love
I
an
Iron or it's the irony
And by the way, I'm at the gas station now
But not to get gas
Just another black and mild
Shit this half a half a tank
Gon' have
on
Playin' ray-cash, get my Cleveland city on
Brooklyn to Cali, jet lagged and all
There's still enough time to hit the mall
Shit, one wish when I'm deceased
too cut
I'm in the cut gettin' sucked by two sluts
Pay for the hit he'll kill your favorite shooter
Ain't goin' vacation, that's the power
my veins, arrivin' by plane
G4 to be exact, rewards of beats and raps
Three whores before four and three more are bein' cracked (facts)
That was
herringbone, let him slide, no days
Son get the heat, cause I'm about to stick him
(Fuck that shit, yo if that nigga front, yo hit him!)
Aight bet, so just hold
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio nigga, and do it again
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause I don't stop
my baggage
Hundred feet above average (average)
By twenty-one I was a savage (uh)
By twenty-two I had a foreign, by twenty-three I had crashed it
'Melo cause scoring is my shit boy
I'm CP3 'cause I be dishin' and handlin' the rock
Chef cooking with the pot boy
It's all about the muthafuckin' money
(rich bitch)
I bought my mama a ghost, like a Casper
Livin' life fast on a speed boat (Keed talk to 'em)
Yeah, I'm workin' by one, but got three more
and neck, I'm really lit
Found out that my nigga ain't my nigga, man, that boy a snitch (ho, ho)
That shit lame as hell, nigga, I should get you hit
Yeah,
I'm getting better even cleverer
Rockin it then I ruin every competitor
We at em poppin' shit, I be chewing up
Ahead of ya, etcetera the
Speed
shit so vicious
Get up out of my bed, I'm sick of feelin' restricted
Fans sayin' I switched
They can tell I was hurt by lookin' at my Twit pic
Got
through so much money that I need three hands to count it
I woke up in a Bugatti, and parked it by my Ferrari
Took my Rolex and chopped it and stuffed it
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