Lyrics:
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
Woulda did it back then, but I'm thinkin' bigger
Kick the bitch out the car, she just lit a swisher (ho)
I'm a hall of fame juuger, you a Derek Fisher
it, chop it and cook it
See how shit come back round for ya? (Yeah)
Gotta kick in the oven now watch it bubble
And you can knock on my door
But you
flick ashes, got big staus, so I don't
Need a dime, I got big baggage, bitch
Yeah I blow it by the zip
Anywhere I go it's on the road on every trip
Ask my
like Jason
Money stack and racks and raps
Rip by Ray, Mishap, and Epitats
'Cause suckers are scared straight
Prepare for the wrath
A psychopath when
I Need My Money
I Need My Cash (x's 4)
I Need My Money
I Need My Cash
I Want It Right Here In My Hand
Or That's Your Ass
I Need My Cake
I Want My
the Mac-10
Eihthype quick to do that ass in
Living in the street where we slang that cavi
Fool if you don't know, it's Compton - Cali
Hood rats tryin'
heard that shit 2pac wannabe ass nigga (mocking P) "I ain't no rapper
I write short films"
o.k. grab your popcorn ain't no more sunshine.
Come on, O.K.,
at your picture my nigga
puttin hash with the weed wit a mixture of liqour
we can't kick it you ain't wit us is the shit I can't figure
nigga I miss ya
about that
Little bitch up in a casket
Shit got drastic
That puto's ass got blasted
He fucked around
And got a bullet all up in his face
On a mothafuckin
hall mine
Right ya ass Bruce Lee kicks and back flips
Hooked up with this nigga from the big stack chips
Big thangs we entered that shit I'd be
adding commas to my stash, I be riding round getting it by my lonely hating you can kiss my ass
Niggas pocket watching, I can't stand no grown ass Rico
shit was tragic
What a fuckin sad Catastrophe
If a nigga spazzing
My ass gone be laughing
Think I'm fucking gassin
Got something for your ass then
You
ended him, silenced
Call up my niggas, I'm working till two
Told them slide by I'm fresh out the stu
The beat so hard, I turned burgundy blue
They said I
Huh
You told me, I told you
You owe me, I fold you
Riding round all by myself
Don't know where to go to
Know it might hurt you but I'm still gon tell
tell by how you square up
Fuck what you did
That shit don't scare us
Bitch I'm from Beaumont
Nigga and what
Man I can tell that you ain't ready
Hit
you did
Tryna forget everything that we done did as kids
I ain’t dumb I ain’t stupid I ain’t going for Shìt
I refused to get played by a bum ass
Yeah it’s dark by five
cold outside
plotting inside
on this cold ass night
got the devil in the trunk and we going for a ride
had me in a funk but
Brother Called me from the joint
He say stay sucker free and get to the money
Gave his ass 10 at 85
He knocking that shit out like he rocky Marciano
doing anything to make you laugh or blush
But if your nigga knew, he would try and get me touched
Your nigga was my homie, we would kick it after school
foolin'
It's a war outside, better bring your kicks
Caught the opp outta bounds , he was loose as shit
I'm taggin' his ass, I ain't miss by no inch
And I'm
4500 hunnit bad bitches
In the club and they shakin ass
Bumpin Danni Leigh
Smokin on the gas
Drive by
Fuckin with me
Get u broken inna cast
If he ain't in the field then we shoot at the sideline
This top tier exotic can't slide by a canine
He play with my patna, he play in the grapevine
Dump the whole mag on his ass
I put that lil boy in the past
My future surrounded by cash
I'm doing just fine if you ask
Yeah mag dump yeah
Mag dump
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