Lyrics:
a treadmill
As long as they print it
My niggas gon' get it
Pop a yerk off, half a pill
This shit got me twitchin' and itchin
Like Yo Gotti
When I drop this
Fate of the victim is already sealed
By the time the traitors finally revealed
He fall in the trap and u know he gone squeal
Self interest come first
Buttersworth
Demar one I got a problem, ima call him first
Knocking niggas helmets off was how I got respect
Pop Warner they called me Hammer
I run through yo
dasani
Testin' yo bitch like I'm Johnny
All on deez nuts sayin gotti
Not a rugrat but I still keep a tommy
Off of the what it took me to Pluto (Pluto)
10
Nigga that’s law like Yo Gotti
Blockin’ numbers on my phone
I’m tryna see different timezones
Nowadays I get high alone
Feelin’ like nobody gets it
I need to go make me a M, i'm balling in white. I feel like Yo-Gotti
I told 'em to beam me a pint you know that my best friend name is scotty
Double
your hand holding yo dick
When you fuck the streets, just make sure the road is paved
Hustlers live by a code, and they swore to take it to their grave
Muhfuckin game
We dont play by the rules
Yeah
Keep yo glock tucked
But never show ya tool
And if they saying its up
Just tell em bust a move
You betta keep it
nothin'
Yeah, that's right, everybody got game
But we just here to let y'all know
That PE is in full effect from right now 'til the year 2000
Ay yo
nothin'
Yeah, that's right, everybody got game
But we just here to let y'all know
That PE is in full effect from right now 'til the year 2000
Ay yo
the beat
Conversation we had
When my adrinallin was rushin
Check yo brakes and knee pads
When the twis to get tha bus in
Bodys gon' get rushed in
I
attention you got to go full throttle cause she ain't got time
Gone and shop to you drop you got that wap
I can tell by the way you walk and the way you talk
we don't wait up
Elevate the elevator
Conversation with the paper
Money talks it gives me data
If it's time to serve a plate up
I don't ever wait for
by the Swiss
Worn by the rich, with that shit you can sniff
Got not time to play 'round, it's way too much in my mix
I'm talking dollars and cents,
the rest of yo time on papers
Wish you never got caught wish we never had to serve
Most niggas sell dope forever never make it to a bird
Or make it to see
when I moved the pen
I thought of you when I moved the pen
I got a smile on my face, the sun on my side
A pocket full of friends and a cousin doing time
up is hustlers or you gotta be a G
Naturally you go like they would go soon as you get a piece
This shit is unhealthy how is yo goal yellow teeth
We
Speak on this hustler shit, you know what I'm talking about
It's how you survive this life, you know, advancing
It ain't really got nothing to do
, bust a nigga no response
Rest a hater, respirator, no response
Green light, go time
Where yo block? I know mine
So you know, one time, snitch nigga,
killer shit?
Well I ain't Jason Vorhees
But I bet you by the time I make it to 40
They gon report me
For killing all these rap niggas that's before me
what it takes
To stop the funk mutha from freelance jackin
Brushes up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't lackin
With my hands on my dick, my click is thick
a chocolate strawberry
Boys freshly dipped
It's so true
I'm aka saucy fondue
Gear sick when I walk by
You be like ha-chu
Mix Mike I got you
It's on this time
I
the boy
Trust me, they ain't talking 'bout the boy
I'm 'bout to fill a rap boy, rockstar
Gone both, hustler turned mogul
You can't stop me, i told you
Yo
amazing
I amaze myself so appalled
Don’t need yo applause
Stands up react and get clap up
To close you need to back up
In a gang full of niggas that don’t
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