Lyrics:
the rap, get the fat crib
Duck or get blasted by the Squad Mig
I'm not your nig, clockin 7 digit figs
You dig?
I want that ass, then my crew got dibs
we going live
Yeah you know my name
Ek Swavy number five
Yeah we going crazy on our rival St. Eds
Check the score board yeah that's forty on your head
See, I can kinda recall a lil' ways back
Small, tryin' to ball, always been black
And my hair, I tried it all I even went flat
Had a lumpy curly
Only love you, if you the one winnin
Look at the ap, auxiliary spinnin
Wear bust down my fit stay drippin
Mag dump, took the whole clip wit em
Not
to take a nap
Front yard hovercraft on Versace raft
Dry land, Swedish field by palm trees
Bitch, I could sing a hook like Alicia Keys
New pants, 40 grands
it rains
You can by my slang I'm from the bay maine
A rap star piece I'm a beast on the mic
It's ten, I'll creep up in by midnight
You can check my
you looking for funds hoe
Balensiaga's got them in the closet rather wear my Jordan's when I'm on the road
Told my shawty if she's really bout it ima
get cake
You better get dough, ho you know I taught you better
Take all his cash, grab on his ass, write that trick a love letter
Came up off Ball
ya something to scream about
Haunted house
Wanna go
Said ya wear short bangs
And you're in a goth gang I know
Well ya wear short bangs
And you're in
When the dance balls kicked us all alive
And I fell in love with the club forty-five
Hey hey hey I remember dreaming as I fell
Hey hey hey but there
got frostbite, touch my heart and then you’ll freeze
Too much pressure will make diamonds look like me
I got 40 different ways that I keep running up
Huh, turn the headphones up
I mean just a- yeah, yeah, you good
Let me turn these lights off
Let me fire up this cookie real quick
You know how we
Touch of this Midas it's so divine
Got titles on titles there's nothing like you
Got rivals on rivals they wanna spite you
The hearts of the frail
ball out
Yeah, when you're feeling blue
All you have to do is call out
For the supernova!
It's all been long since over
Yeah, time keeps moving slower
a Netflix account wit a bad card
On the sleeve where I use to wear my heart down by the cuff-links
Need to cuff me a shrink
Someone who's in love with my
more
Stacking all this paper let's get cash some more
Girl I never thought I'd feel this way
Need you by my side and you can not go away
Can you keep it
up and ride (ride)
I told you my drip comes from Heaven (Heaven)
Always in tune with the most high
My G you can call me a reverend (Reverend)
Ball like
gone, nigga?
Glokk
Said, Do yo pack get gone ?
is you sellin' out them bowls?
Is it platinum, is it white?
Ay, do you serve it by the store ?
Put this 40
flexin' on you girl
Ball so hard I jus' wanna be the greatest (when I ball), middle finger to these n***** 'cus I know they wanna hate it (I'ma ball), I'ma
hope ya can keep up please do record me
(There's more)
If you knew by 11 I was drinking henny
And by 12 there was no longer a virgin in me
If you knew
came from la to New York to Times Square when I'm there just to see my balls drop
caaaaaaaaaah jaw drop
ch stop I'm the king you ain't heard why
I
think I have the balls to know you fucked up
The fear in the air and it reeks with a stench
I think the game is fair and I have left you in despair
Hope
to the theater set to ill
Buggin' , cold havin' a ball
And somethin' 'bout Elm Street was the movie we saw
The way it started was decent
You know, nothin' real
down da block
Ima Florida nigga I wear slides wit my socks fr
If anything change ima let you know
Yea
If anything change ima let you know
All my life
All
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