Lyrics:
ever hear is waps tell em boys go get it and come
I owe my plug I gotta supply these digits
Break bread with the niggas that I love
So I divide these
bad
But damn if I tell you that
You be lurkin' in my business fast
Like "The fuck boy, how you doin' that?"
Before you know it I be at your neck
Like
tailored, mane
Right in front of Reverend for half a zip
I can catch a touchdown in the Memphis City
If Hustle Family you get surrounded
By goons in my city
Go tell the labels I don't think we on the same page
That's word to Vitalik, put bold and italic on what you heard in my word salad Spottie flow royal,
Doubted me, now it's all coming together like cursive "like cursive, bitch"
$50k a show, I'm doing 30 of 'em
5 million by the summer, keep the numbers
the ride then he made that crash
The opp boys way too wet
Would've thought they got sprayed by Fireman Sam
And the kickback's way too strong
Should've
[Verse 1]
I show these boys what to smoke, I taught 'em how to swag
Excuse me, I'm sorry I don't mean to brag
When you favorite rapper walk in me and my
Bubba K's back
You can tell em twice
And the melons sittin very nice
And your back side is legendary
And its all mine regards what shes tellin' me
flirtin', I be tellin' 'em, "nah I'm chillin'"
Hug you till I go to sleep just to squeeze you like my lil' pillow
Then I wake up Monday mornin'don't come
of dro I done blew that
You should of knew that, the Slim Thug gon shine
My ear rings cost a dime, I read Rolex Times
I'm top of the line, you can tell
pop at you lames 'cause I'm sucka proof
Look, don't play no games, boy, I'm busta proof
Can't fuck wit' me, I don't fuck wit' you
You a fuckin'
million in rocks nigga, million cars
The Ro-Roc-Rock Boy, rock your ice and rock your toy
It's the Birdman daddy, no time na' pause
If ya kno it's gon'
to tell them, "No way," like I'm from Oslo (turnt)
I can't be phased by the warzone
Bars come in crates like I got 'em from Costco (let's get it)
who's that?
Bro spin that, he's movin' like Christopher Walkin' (movin')
I just tell the young boys, "Step back"
Take deep breaths dat, cah there ain't
Sex, Ima Expert
You Gon Love A Nigga Bet By Tha Next Verse
Raw, Set, Thaz Right (Thaz Right)
Lets Ride (Lets Ride)Cruz Slow
Thaz How Stretched Out In Tha
a boss, me a Sim Simma
Man you should see my life, it gets litmus
I used to talk shit and now I’m talking 6 figures
Oh boy I’m G with the shit
You should
It think it know how to rap
I don't do battle rap
Tell 'em to battle that
Pull up, my roof missing, boy
I'll get you missing
Bein' broke as a joke
on forbes list
Ajebutter won so di tycoon
Think am a bad boy cause I have groupies
By that time ma so di times two
From Lekki de junction Mile 2
All the fine
"Kick, Push", Lupe
Dupre, lose faith, gain heart
Two face, same marks
My fate, not yours
All praise, matriarch
All day, sit alone
Couldn't tell
On the east side, big E, I'm not a rook' though
Rookie, rookie, young boy but not a rookie
Leave out the back of my school, the press out to get me
E-Envy,
Have you ever made a promise to never tell?
Have you ever ran a fade in the county jail?
Sittin' in the cell, half a million dollar bail
Know you
She want me to stop by and check up on her
She tell me one check-up won't hurt
And that works, every time
As soon as I see her I know it cause she don't
grown man
It's a struggle, livin' like a good boy oughta
In the summer, watchin' all the girls pass by
When your mama, heard the way that you'd been
go, giocanna eyes low
Two-way E, tell 'em to meet us at Roscoes
Ball til I Fall, that's my motto
In LA, NY even in Flo
Sittin on 'tractin rims
wit'
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