Lyrics:
that's my baby)
Yeah (mm-mm)
Yeah, yeah (mm-mm)
Go (mm-mm)
Yeah, yeah
Levels (yeah, yeah)
Rich-ass steppers (yeah)
She never been hit by a stepper
involved in long relationships (why?)
Takin' trips and buyin' gifts, I'm sorry I'm not on that tip (what?)
If you want romance you should just stick who
involved in long relationships (why?)
Takin' trips and buyin' gifts, I'm sorry I'm not on that tip (what?)
If you want romance you should just stick who
some mad songs
I ain't talking ass, but I'm ripping out the big bong
I ain't talking door, but that shorty on my ding dong
What he gon' do when we hop
Flash back, I'm seein' stars I used to get it by the sheet
Big house for a week, hella bitches in my pool
I'm almost outta smoke, flyin' another mule
money nigga
I'm a fly boy nigga
My chain worth thousand grands nigga
That's twenty thousand karats nigga
(Yeaahhh)
Step your game up
That's why your chain
Ohh what a big surprise
It’s driven by ego and fame
I know It’s just a race about Your size
You think I’m completely blind?!
I’m over you, bored
no savage, y'all niggas really be lackin
Won't hit raw, know I'm packin' the plastic
I stay with my dawg, Shaggy
When you done with that broad, tag me
The whole wide world don’t know me
So my whole label lookin’ at me
Know that I’m genius
People lend me a ear I said that I’m genius
Just so I made it
that shit to a whirlwind
I'm Twizzy F Baby, Mista Mista Murda
I'ma kill you little niggas but the pussy, I'm murkin' 'em
Let me slow it up
Y'all already
they eyes
Knew how to swim but you hope that id drown
Now I came up without making a sound
That was y'all mistake by not being bound
Now I'm coming up
It's that big drip
Aye, aye, aye
M.A what up (Zombie on the track)
Yeah (Whoa, sheesh, sheesh)
Solo dolo in the studio with it (LPC)
Gang gang with
that I'm on the rise you haters can't be around now
Don't hit my phone we ain't coolin', no time to fake it
I was sittin' in them cell by my lonesome
You cannot relate that's why you think that I'm forming
Yes
I don't why I can't call you my nigga
I be the nigga for the job be the nigga for the job
If
understand why why'all making noise in this
Why'all young boys in this, I'm wanted
Repeat 1 (2x)
Feel me, spit gold, danger when my clique roll
We
I know that you hate me do that shit on purpose
Why you wanna date me you can't be my girlfriend
I just wanna kill myself sometimes
I just took
by the name of Rihanna with me
Straight from Barbados, give 'em that flavor baby girl
Let's go
You were there for me when I needed you when my
a gangsta, I grab her by the butt
Pull her to my side, I'm in deep
Woke that ass up just to put her to sleep
Everyday is the same thang, I creep in
It's
on the same bitch that broke a big bro-code
How come I just never get on breakfast?
And my peers all treat me like I'm reckless
Like I'm not getting better by
reply
Grass ain't greener on the other side
That's why she and I focus on our own
I'm a Dely Dely boy, you're a Dely girl
I'm a Dely Dely boy, you're
feeling like Thomas Shelby (let's go)
That shit boy
Like Thomas Shelby
That shit boy
Like Thomas Shelby
Bitch I'm a different king, equipped ready
'Cause motherfucker motherfucker I'm real
Hey DJ play that girl's song
If your money ain't long
Then boy you better go on
I say I got so many
lied
Count paper by my lonesome, why
Niggas fake, I see through the disguise
Try me and you'll get shot in the eye
Really don't wanna make mamas cry
of y'all niggas ain't worth no brick
Do a drive by while I bump Big Krit
They was like Doughboi that some Mississippi shit
Trying to get this cash but I
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