Lyrics:
She let let me hit like Blackjack
Only fuckin with Queens
She royalty like ASCAP
Makin move thru the cash app
Man I'm chillin where the cash at
Cuz i
just choose sides
And man when you choose
Im telling you choose wise
Im just sick and tire of losing all of my guys
Influence by the ghetto
Raised up in
ain't baseball, nah, the Liks won't slump
So make room for the crew with beats the jump
Yo, I'm the baddest man with a hit since Willie Mays
I'm
tonometer
Can you see the Snellen chart? Other eye now please restart
Look into my slit lamp, thanks man you're a champ
Your retina's looking pretty dope
the spoon that’s a 40 on the way
I ain’t lost a thing
Weytup Verse 2
I like making more than yesterday
Pipeline going escalate
Golf ball serve by Taylor
to weed leaf
Well not directly
Curiously directed to what’s in the ash tray
Surrounded by hustlers customers
And imaginaries
I learned lessons a man need
punchlines left, right hooks too slow, but I just move diagonal bro
Not marred by haters bars they savour
Acting kinda fishy like a tartare flavour
Start they
took your girl by accident, I’m kinda sorry(I ain't sorry)
That’s the type of shit that happens when she’s tryna know me(for real)
(Yeah)Whole vibe when
gotta rehearse the verse to move the ment
I ain't move in a hearse to live
Gotta kill me first then shoot the bitch
Oopsie I got tuci lit
Z gon grab
the man, yea we feeling hella
Loose with the bottles in our hands
Getting recognized by everyone
Tenny trap the gang
Shorty says she listens to my music
Bust a nut on her chest like Morris to Gravediggaz
Ricky Bobby, I'ma take it back to Talladay dega
Shordie got millionaire figures
Slow money, dope
that's my z no that's my zombie
A gorilla in these streets might as well call me Harambe
Look, ima switch it up, them boys really bitches
When we ran
bout to slide
I gotta bring my girl I keep my shooters by my side
If I'm being honest That's the reason I'm alive
You cuffing on a hoe that probably
on this since the age of six
I cannot fake it gotta make it
This shit can only far as I by take it
This shit my super bowl boy I'm super dope
Me and my team
jeans
But dropped digital dope to the feens
Had the z i p
In the inbox like an absentee
In the city top Five and that's a t p
Guarantee let me know if you
Shout out to the man who lived like a king
Never thought he'd tears came out and drippin'
That pretty ghost walked into the city
'bout the day she
tell by that I feast
On these niggas and the beat
You can tell when I get cheese lil nigga
I be dripped out like a pussy ma’fucker
Damn
Ay
I be just
Usimess na si Radioactive we unbeatable
Freestyle na si diss zetu zote criminal
Lifestyle gen z mihadarati imetukaba woi
Weird technique sipendagi homo
with no scale
My life is like a fairytale, for those who know me well
Dope trips, Maserati at the motel
I had to run it up, ain't ride no coattails
I
us begin, what? where? why? or when?
It will all be explained by the spraying of a pen
Henpecked mugs become thugs and proceed to make me vex man
sneaks
Where do these quantities be maybe they all on my feet
But I don't get it tho, about year ago you said my gear is wack
Nigga now my gear is dope
to your man
When you open what you open mouth covered by your other hand
Brother its the first time that you heard, second time that you played
Inhalin' ganja smoke
Countin' mad CREAM, weighin' tons of coke
Guarded by thugs and Rottweilers
I flood the streets with
Drugs and clock dollaz
Niggas get
taught in the classroom
But to us it's nothing new (naw)
You hear it on the avenue
Even on the bus, at a barbecue
It's spoken, by people of all
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