Lyrics:
[Hook: Cee]
Just another day but it's not to us
We gotta keep the options up
Opportunities to rock ya, what
Man my team, we only bet on sure things
Look like cigar ash
Dag, all burnt the fuck up
You shoulda been learnt that I
Was turnt the fuck up
You said I wear purple Dickies
With du rag and a 5
poppin
I'll do it again
Two
Five
Six
Shots at your twin
There's not a day out
The month that
I didn't go in
You lyin then
How are we ken
Get em up out
till my days is all over
I’m jus go stack up the bread
Like I’m pose to
Told you I got it
My nigga it’s ova
Like yea
Wait
Why they hating
Boy meets a girl
They're not sure what they did
But it fucked up their worlds
Step two
Realize that you
Don't need nobody to keep you enthused
Step
a weapon
Live by it you gone die by it thats the lesson
Don't focus on the lack instead count up all your blessings
Yes it can get difficult at times its
Shorty hit my line home alone for that fucking blow
Pull to her crib fuck that bitch yes, I hit a lick
On her Skin switch blade heavy let it rip
a police bag
Blow green grass
But still I think fast
Fuck a bitch
Put a whole in his little pink ass
4 5 don't lie
Don't jive
Takin' hoes lives
Run
Roll da ting nah
Roll dat ting low low
Rotate in a circle
Bumpa by d kilo
Your body givin' crazy
Go (loco) x5
Chorus
Gyal fling it up arch ya back
Hov's a Blackberry Bold
Shawty is a Sidekick
She used to have a man
I used to have a side chick
Shawty got wind I had to blow the chick off
Got
me where it's wavy, cuz I gotta fight em back
If I don't, then what that make me?
They been lookin' up to me, and so I gotta set a basis
Rollin' up
Kraken hat, my Kraken gloves
You know the gear
I'ma keep it on and Kraken
While I blow this year
I'm a Troll this year
It's cold in here
Got me dressed up
blow my CB go from HBO to TBS,
To BET and MTV,
USA and TNT,
Catch me live (yeah catch me live)
Like news at 5 on NBC,
I run the world like CNN,
Off in da
with fiends and we put another term to by any means
We never got a chance to collect them greens so we always cooking up beef
Looking up please I was
I be fucked up by myself
In my room, off the blow
I can't feel my face
And I'm moving kind of slow
I tell myself I ain't a junkie
I'm just feeling
the kush in the atmosphere
Blow it by the ocean
Man you know what happens here
We havin fun here
Everyone drunk here
Getting to the money
Bouta have
shotta that rock product the block gotta
Then pop hollows then pop bottles the whole spot up
The mo' paper the mo' strength we goin' get it
The fo'
shotta that rock product the block gotta
Then pop hollows then pop bottles the whole spot up
The mo' paper the mo' strength we goin' get it
The fo'
it I'm numb
I mix a 5 hour with a red bull
You'll need a shower baby girl it's medical
Come on baby
Back it up into the middle
The circle need you baby
She ain't have no radio, ay ay, yea
Shorty scooped me up, she had a hooptie with no radio
I was Smoking 5.5 yea that's my ratio
Riding with this
And blow up
Count it up
Run it up
Count it up
Run it up
Stack it up
Double up my cup
Bottoms up
And blow up
Count it up
Run it up
Count it up
Run it up
Stack
always be a dish boy
Hit my line I won't answer the call
I Ain't got time this the first day I had off
Its the first day I had off
Waking up at 5
I can
my niggas with the shits they gon tote some blow some
All my niggas they gon slam shit they gon blam shit
They gon knock shit fuck it up on bam bam
I'm back with another verse
To blow your mind
I just got my pen and paper and set out to grind
There is no more looking back, it's only coming
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