Lyrics:
and yo body fill wit them other fluid,
Trappa slash rappa but a full time G,
Smokin purp wit my boys, bout 2 or 3 P's,
I'm a trappa slash rappa but
homes, a world full of strays
Went from an athlete to a hustler so they still making plays
Went from a shooter to a shooter but he not shooting J's
Grandma
nothing tresletree them brick apartments (The bricks)
I piece by piece my way up out that hole and got shit poppin (I pop shit)
Before the ppp I kept
up out there
Know what I'm sayin'
To everybody doing life... keep y'all head up! (keep it up)
Don't get fed up! Uh
Do yo' time, don't let yo' time
teenage hustlers
Street grinders, paper chasin scrapin busters
By keepin dust up noses and caine homes; pipes and cans
So they want they ride candy
Move on, Move on, Move on
Pick up yo feet and yo feelings and get gone
Get better by the week, increased I'm too strong
You wanna work it out work
times without even tryin
I'll beat that pussy up there's no denyin
Hit her where she doodie at, make that booty fat
Little cutie rat, walking by with
down for the funk of it
Like Fred Sanford in the biz
Yo one held his paraphenalia, a Wu memorabilia
Mailed by the fortune teller, tried to tell ya
of me
Ever visualized your crash
Still fall for that ass
Mesmerized by a toxic illusion
Created confusion
Confusion created
By the woman u dated
Share yo
it fly and have em hittin
Time is of the essence I'm coming with a vengeance
It ain't even Christmas but I'm a bless em with my presence
Heart
fly and have em hittin
Time is of the essence I'm coming with a vengeance
It ain't even Christmas but I'm a bless em with my presence
Heart of a hustler
Full times herbsman
There’s not a day that I’m late
Push the button on the phone and after a short wait
I’ll come by and we’ll get high
And your day will
Full times herbsman
There’s not a day that I’m late
Push the button on the phone and after a short wait
I’ll come by and we’ll get high
And your day will
nigga bitch I'm hustler
A saucy clever lil motherfucka
Sever yo bitch meat I'll be the butler
Be with the robbers and the killers
I'll get you touched
I'm just chilling with my Homies
Chilling with the Gs & that
Whole Gang got a digital stack
Wallets full of ETH
The floors yeah I sweep
Successful
me dead they think I'm the nigga
that put they partner 6 feet under and left his son with no father figure
I live day by day not giving a fuck and when
The only time I flirt with her
Not to be V.I but this is B.I (B.I)
Me and G.I be watched by the P.I's
See why we can't finish together
I'd rather do
(Kick the game)
In the studio for weeks, now I'm fiendin' for passion
My temper's kinda trippin' for this time I been lastin
But now it's time
I then sleep
Watch yo mouth when you talk bout me
Young nigga go by Notop
Ain't shit sweet but I'll pop no rock full speed no stop
Watch yo mouth when
St
On the East right by Sumac like where were you at?
Life bloom in toxins
Drowning into gin and tonic
It pains me to say this
But there's reason why
just let it ring, ring
Hoe calling my old phone
I got no time no more
I keep the grind on low
You know we finna blow (wou, wou)
Hoe calling on my old
in my shoes
Family full of hustlers
So I was trapping in school
She couldn't swim with sharks
I put her back in the pool
You could try and stop me
I
where to hide
In a six-by-six a guilty man cries
For repentance and lost is what innocence is
Same story, same target, different time
Cyclical
you’ll get drug nigga
Tie you by yo feet
Hang yo body from a truck nigga
Riding round the city till we think you had enough nigga
Walking round with cold
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