Lyrics:
Silencer is the point guard
Said you was a crook but you
Ain't busting no lead homes
Only jack you pulling is
Connected to some headphones
The sound
get him on a red dot
Stop n knock him by the grip gank n make a final shot
He s a pimp another crook sounds like they out of plots
Script want em
to rumble
Get in the line like a conga, plastic like plumbin'
Cise on the bongo
Y'all mothafucka's ain't ready
Hey to them boys
Get at them bitches
to rumble
Get in the line like a conga, plastic like plumbin'
Cise on the bongo
Y'all mothafucka's ain't ready
Hey to them boys
Get at them bitches
Chris-ass boy
Kinda sick fam
Kick back, kinda cocky
Like a man with a piss down
Got a sick sound
Why
Cause Shawty representin' this town
This the Cali
to get it started with my boys
Automatic toys to tangle with niggas for profit
Got shit on lock down cause I lets the Glock spit
Soon as D-A-Z hits
How we livin' bro!
While you was doing Netflix and chill
I was doing Z flips and deals
I top my Lyca up by 20
Quid, I'm 22 I'm selling bricks
My hoody
(Dám)
Mý zmrdi jsou ready, nikdy nebudem o hladu (Ah)
Nejsi G, píčo, more, ty fakt nejsi z favely (Boy)
Na prstech mám jako Thanos ranec velký kameny
original baby, don't forget the AB
I'm a snotty Nose kid from the R-E-Z
If you don't know that my H double O-D
Rez D-O-G
off the leash and beast
boy I
at anytime
Lames'll swear by ya name, when they lie
Get hit wit' the lone star, ripped where ya bones are
So tell me how yo' ass gon' run
From a C Z P O
These niggas ain't ready ya know what I'm sayin? y'all niggas ready to ride?
Yo my nigga Zane up in this motherfucker! Yo this ya boy Uncle Luke
your paddles
Leave me to face the infinity moonlight I was blocked by the window
But what does it mean
I just kept on moving on the way to consume coffee
that's what I tell them
People I hang out with ain't afraid to drop him
Got a lot of fears I won't let in my way, Out here chasing dreams that's day by day
as skinny
As an Olsen twin
Just know, you can go low and recover
Even Jay-Z sold crack to his mother
Even babies that were born in poverty
Could win
ain't need favors (yeah)
God damn I be gettin' high
Doesn't mean I'm getting lazy (Nah)
Teachers teaching 'bout Reagan
I'm tryna be Jay-Z (Wooh)
Only
amazing
Destiny on his side like Jay-Z pushing up daisies
A breath of fresh air, the best there is
Like getting in the electric chair and live
and switch P to a g
I’m still on my A-game, wherever I be
This here is something to see
Light up the show like A-D
Boy that’s "E" to the z
Exchanging my money
ocho seis cinco feel it wherever we go
Tryna borrow Z flow have you meetin the repo
Keep these boys boys in line like I was reffing on a free throw
Ain't in Chicago, but we make hella' noise, them boys don't play around
I told 'em handle ya' business, try not to make a sound
Got niggas tryna get with
super low key
If I'm with the right niggas, you can scoop an O.Z
All the hustlers and the bouncers and the groupies know me
Fresh denim, fresh shades
lets
Build a trap
Underground
Ion mainstream
Im underground
Qaun bring it in
By da pound
Qaun
Bring it in
By da p
Needa
Z come
Shop wit me
it with ease
Looking like a knockout after my foes catching them Z's
Comatose from bows I throw like the Rock used to
People chant the people's champ
from my trap house
Laughin to the bank you haters still don't make a damn sound
Yo bitch want the dick I'm Scrafty, pull up with my pants down
Yo bitch
to pray
You hear the thunder sound
Money in charge and lil turbo we coming straight outta the underground
Boy you a square if you want it then get it
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