Lyrics:
On 4:20:21
And life is all it seems
Just another scheme
Don't you go and touch that lean
All these losers they can't front on me
I'm tired of them long talks
playing it
Dropping gems on the world
Got another favorite
4:20:21 can you smell my fragrance?
4:20:21 smoking different hazes
It's amazing
I'm just faded
your heart drops
I won't stop
I'm insatiable, I know you're replaceable
Used to catching dubs because this 40's irretraceable
Bitch, get back 'cause I'm
I'd have a lot of dimes
But I ain't got time
The label they scheduled a meeting
And I gotta be there at 4:15
That's 20 minutes from now
Go get you
I'm sayin')
Or when I run the mic there won't be no delayin'
Pressure 40 does it like a Easy Bake Oven
Blues got the muffin (eat it)
Blues got
my ass (kiss my ass)
Die slow (why?)
Your life is trash (whoa)
Thank you, have a nice day
I'm in the wind (in the wind)
Made a milli' off
Shots with Steven
Gotta change clothes
When I’m dealin
Neighbours keep
Watchin they preein
Stay in the trap
I ain’t stealin
Hustle by nature
I
Yeah, running round, round the city in a stolo
Still got the Grand Coupe, nigga, it's a four door
Ain't worried about a nigga, I'ma shoot like
Hop in a file my niggas be flexing
Pop out a perc and they stretching
Music the shit fuck the next thing
I'm in the booth with the best thing
Hop in
Yeah! Oh
They done tried to defeat me
Staying on my feet
When they see me they salute me
I'm the king of these streets
Yeah oh
I got 'em
never wanna me et cha
Two twenty three all black with three bananas
stay in a 4 door all black Panamera
why get in some beef when I can get in a Porsche
Play to win, girls in the club moving
I get ?em real hot, my songs seduce 'em
I flow, I'm so mysterious
Nas, and Nasty's the alias
Everything
Cruis'N down the street in my four door
I said Cruis'N down the street in my four door
Cruis'N down the street in my four door
I said Cruis'N down
You are not speaking my language
Fam, I'm tryna eat, but you won't let me in the banquet
Go back to the bank quick, miss me with that lame tip
Need more
staying alive
Since I was youngin
Learned to get it and go
I got a little older
Started getting some more
Twenty four seven
Slept in front of the door
Hot as hell
I'm hot as hell (I'm hot as hell)
I'm hot as hell (I'm hot as hell)
I'm hot as hell on these streets, I'm hot as hell (I'm hot
carry me away
But I've been waiting here all day
And one just hasn't come my way
Now excuse me if I'm not being reverent
But I was hoping for a miracle
rich boy who came to play
And shout it out to Frankie did it my way
I'm working smarter not harder it's like I'm driving on the highway
Getting close
I put a fourty in between
- there twenty twenty, let 'em see
Demon back
So even from behind me see the enemy
A monster, when it go down - they
Feel
up get em yep, we ain't really by that def
Yeah, I'm the future, got the goons 'round me
And yeah I rep my city, bitch
I'm from Dade County
Ay!
can't take it)
Fuck you starin' at, didn't know I'd be so quick ta flash,
Terrified by da way a bassilisk come out him skin so fast
Not the first
Treski in Texas
Shit is a dream
And still I'm only twenty
Got a lot on my checklist
Used to be shopping at Ross
Now I laugh at the cost
Got a Cuban link
chain, on top I remain
THUG-A!!!!!
[Chorus]
B.K. where I'm reppin, twenty four seven
Everyday! I'm on top of my game!
Catch me on the block,
dress
She heard I'm bleeding
Don't need no reason
Good in 4 seasons
I got 5 reasons
I'll do that LIFE
Yeah I'll Take that time
Ha ha ha ha ha
See you
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