Lyrics:
a war off the bleep of my phone
That’s boss talk for you
But I’d rather get the money
The best wars are the
Ones without violence fucker bang bang
tuck I told her detox
Walked inside Gucci spent two-hunnid for these socks
They'll stab you in your back that's a backstab
Judge give you twenty
thousand (ayy)
Champagne in the club costs thousands
We got gold by the bar, that's thousands
Ferragamo belt will hit me for a even thousand
We can
Whistle whistle blow blow
Here we here we go go
Some of them drink Heineken
And some of them drink Bacardi
Some of them talk a lot of shit
And act rowdy
think like that!
This is some shit that I could let go, and bring right back!
It's like crack, if you cook it, overlook it, so I shook it!!!
'pon lock shit, gun 'pon cock shit
We won't stop shit, everybody move
Two words, BK, NY, Bed-Stuy
Two harsh, too hungry, too many, that's why
These
versus the petty boys
Sold that already, got a whole new set of toys
Shit is so surreal, Drizzy Drake, you better enjoy
Nothing else bigger than the OVO
to the suits behind the desk no more
You niggas wear suits 'cause you can't dress no more
You can't say shit to Kanye West no more
I rocked 20,000 people, I
wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em c'mon
Brown paper bag (thank god for that
tryna tell y'all y'all know da style burn da town
Down and change the locale I'm doin da same shit except its legit
CHORUS:X2
Got a twenty cart shorty
but don't smoke
She know how to cook the coke and bag dope
Screen my calls
Flip on me when im wrong
Talk shit thru the night
Throw it on me
I just wanna kick this shit off by sayin' fuck y'all
I ain't gotta clear my name on a motherfuckin' thing
Every time I get mentioned, one of y'all
leash
All this peace talk can cease
All these people I had to leave in limbo
I'm back now, I've come to release this info
I'll be brief and let me
leash
All this peace talk can cease
All these people I had to leave in limbo
I'm back now, I've come to release this info
I'll be brief and let me
a hoe, now that's too many hoes
Nigga with a AK-47
Three-sixty five, twenty-four seven
Percocet got a nigga nose sweaty
But all the hoe shit still so
a motherfuckin' starving artist
Got something to prove
Don't talk it, walk it
My niggas outside on them walkie talkies
Pop that trunk
Pass that dutch
'em twenty-five years to welcome me back
But, it's better than not comin' back at all
Many a good man I saw fall
And even now, every time I dream
'em twenty-five years to welcome me back
But, it's better than not comin' back at all
Many a good man I saw fall
And even now, every time I dream
mama, lip gloss and eyeliner
The only shit poppin' like White Castle or the Donna
Rah Digga make the joints that the DJs blast
Ghetto diva in
[Chorus: Tray Deee]
I'm tired of that punk shit
Where niggaz claim to done, where they from and who run shit
I bang it to the tip-top
Can't stop,
it amazin' how you talk all this shit and we still lack communication?
How beautiful our kids would be, girl, I don't need convincin'
How every
Started with an ounce, had twenty million by the time I'm thirty
I was in and out deep in that field where niggas die by thirty
Hangin' with the killers
Swimmin' in the money come and find me, Nemo
If I was at the club you know I balled, chemo
Dropped the mixtape, that shit sounded like an album
Who'd have
the deal
We Bad Boys, anywhere we at we smoke and kill
You try to stop it, get yo' shit broke up in twenty pieces
We roll deep in brand new vehicles wit
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