Lyrics:
[Intro]
And we go by the runners
(I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from, ay)
DJ Khaled, we the best
(I think it's time for me
[Intro]
And we go by the runners
(I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from, ay)
DJ Khaled, we the best
(I think it's time for me
thousand square feet, I don't call it home
Walkin' 'round this bitch, I feel so alone
Text's to my son, ask him when he comin'
Give him a hundred K like
star hotel, rated
Best by the Town Mouse
Our twenty twenty twenties on the house
Welcome to Charlie's Pub n' Grill
Can I take your order, get your
They felt that they were laying tracks, for the generation to come
I think my mother knew that freedom wouldn't come in her lifetime
Just like I know
On my hog, I keep it at a hundred-plus
On the freeway, you don't wanna run with us
'Cause we racin', we bettin' big stacks
You get left back, ain't no way
ducks
Big body bitches in yo clique like some trucks
Bro got sticks like fortnite but these blue hundreds not no Vbucks
I might pull up get right by you,
(Talking)
Young wild niggaz livin street life on the edge
not knowin if tomorrow they could turn up dead.
Yo fuck regular cops niggaz get scoped by
a submarine
It's going down like them bunnies on Hefner
A Hundred percent if it's up with me
Then just know that I'm Adam Shefner
Beam me
Money on his top like
"damn!"
My mama threw me out, I called my sister a whore
Now my house is abandoned, my bed is the floor
It's been a week I didn't need, I couldn't take it
A better sense of self (how do you feel right now)
Sometimes I drive past (I see you drive by)
Your house so you know (I hope you that you know)
I'm doing so
should just live in a nut house
Right now, I live in an igloo (yeah)
And I'm not chillin' the fuck out
Treat you like a stepparent, does to a stepchild
millis and hundreds of this bread
I can have thee whole Highbridge coming for his head
Top floor, Glock's stocked in the top drawer by the 38
Bound
are you ticklish?
Eat my like a liquorice, or better yet your favorite dish
You think I'm home by myself, hater remember this
I got five sexy women
realizing you're mine
Can go anywhere with you by my side
You're the light that guides me in my life
When I look back on how we were you and I
I can't wait
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
With no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
Smoke gas, kerosene, three roll, wedding ring
In my DM meddling, off the X, that ecstasy
Seven hundred for the Vetements
I'm a boss, not a gentleman
(Now they want a piece)
$100 all up in some 1's
They throwing ass on me
It's crazy what that money do
It turn all of these hoes to Feins
Like woah damn
Outside the house Mr. Simpson announced
That Sally couldn't go to the meeting
He went on cleaning his blue Rolls Royce
And she ran inside weeping
but I can't be your boyfriend
If you toy with my motherfuckin' emotions
I'll kill you, bitch I'm fuckin' for real
I'll make you suffer like I
Got a cock like a cactus
Now I drift through the desert like a wild coyote
Horny as a toad trippin off peyote
Holdin uptrains and gettin goods by
gangsta's in the house!
The big dick gangsta's in the house!
The big dick gangsta's in the house!
Bitch! You can get a fat dick in your mouth...
All I
standing by the volume, got the volume turned up
I be smoking on that super strong, they say I'm burnt up
Turn that shit down
You know I like to party, Bob
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