Lyrics:
Still been the same I remain the truest
Love for the OG's they give me props
Grow them trees and chop them crops
Crack the Hem and drop the top
Triple M
still bombing that block
Give a bitch a face shot for talking to the opps
Catch me a rap ass nigga put his ass in a headlock
Make A nigga go viral like
up in this bitch learned to walk again
I can see shit coming like I gotta 6th sense
Got the bag weighed up before they know they bouta spend
Catch that
in the air like Tobi
Catch a fade like he Kobe Wait, R.I.P. Kobe and Gigi
Tell em play this song on repeat, uh
Dear Josephine, why are you so mean
to show me
I be thuggin' since a youngin', pussy you don't fucking know me
He ain't picture me winning, so I just had to crop him out
I remember walking
the booth on my rapper tip put in extra hours
Goated like I was born a Capricorn
Knock out the halo out em gave em devil horns
You can't catch up you da ball
the balls to sell
I bet I'd be living like I'm Seagal
Life's a shoot
I'm William Regal get so cocky at the party
Catch a buzz
Then someone's passing my car
catch it and go down the field
She eating my dick like a motherfucking meal
And I'm hitting the gas on the automobile
And I spin on the track like
to wealth I’ll get right with ya
You gone need a new frame can’t crop me out of this one
Catch me on a verse that’s how I pull the trigger, nigga
I can’t
Penthouse house dreams with a nice view
I see myself at the top looking down with some shades and some attitude
Burning through the crop call
a cop"
Go against me yeah we'll see who gone flop
Pushin' the coupe yeah I'm dropping the top
Like to show of her body she crop all her tops
You could run
a job!
Break the chains
Take a chance
And never drop
Don’t stop
3
Catch your beam
Get your dream
And win the slot
And be prime
All the time
noddin off
Got lil' twin up out that window tryna crop a nigga top
Load up the whip with all the troops we fuck around and got the drop
I was fucked up
on the scene
Blazin saddles feel like Gene
Catch em low, hang em high
Tell the truth, choose to lie
I could make you say goodbye
Have your people askin why
Gotta
a break for you to catch your breath
And shake it up and start again like a etch-a-sketch
You in way over your neck living check to check
Wanna change your
that glock on the go
Good in the hood catch my vibe let it flow
Baby you the queen and their hate makes you glow
Shining like a star and your drip it
Vulpix is cream of the crop
I'm in hyper speed like I'm Spock & yall on my heels like my socks believe it or not
Yall can't even catch a glimpse of my
talking while my mind is in a mess
While you bagging on it you could catch a banger in your chest
You could feel it in your heart and it's like cardiac
and always leave with the wet meat
Because of my technique, I'm the one you let speak
I collect crops and props like spinach
I'm vintage, your single
Where are we?
What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to form
Crop circles in the carpet
Sinking, feeling
Spin me around again
the shaggy crop.
In your thigh high nylons, my eyes are spinning and they won't stop.
Thigh high nylons, you're alright,
thigh high nylons, you're out
Where are we?
What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to form
Crop circles in the carpet
Sinking, feeling
Spin me around again
Where are we?
What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to form
Crop circles in the carpet
Sinking, feeling
Spin me around again
whole
If one of us gets signed we split that dough
Catch me in the kitchen thousand grammer
I keep it flippin', need more arm and hammer
I can cook
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