Lyrics:
You know Mr. Lil Uzi got the guap
I swear Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
You know Mr. Lil Uzi got the guap
I swear Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
You
?
Lil' Dawg
[LIL' HAWK]
Now - I'm headed to the store, once again it's on
You call it Thunderbird I call that shit Jim Jones
I need a fifth
To start off
chop the bamboo when the blunt through
Shawty don't get used to them other dudes
She tired of getting used by them other dudes
Lil Shawty you need you
Who tryna smoke?
I got the bag man
Who tryna smoke?
Lil Trio got flow, Lil Trio got dope
Lil Trio, why they run they mouth about me
Hated by a bunch
of the hit,
Made by the fools in SPV, forty-five glock unloads,
From ya head to ya toe, then come lil man
I'm loadin' that ni-zine from the darkness
I'm trying to move 1 one brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more
I'm trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks raw
(I smoke one ounce staring
Mr. Johnny Cage, running down the rain
Trynna chase down some girls
He is a dreamy boy
Always making noise
Too sure of himself
But a fool sometimes
Yooooo
Its Mr.CatchMeIfYouCan
Trynna make this ginger bread
Boy i been the man
Stop playing
How you hating and a fan
Im leveling up
You understand
up Lil Bro a member of the gang they joined
Just in case they want the smoke
Deshaun Williams or Lil Sho lived in the hood and wasn't always fed
Father
nigga, I am Cleveland, nigga, fuck wrong with you?
Dig what the fuck I'm sayin', man?
Fuck the opps, they don't want no smoke (oh, really?)
Oh
East
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
(Keng You got The Glow Fool)
Want ya sum cash don't cha
Run up that bag don't cha
I'm 1 hunned don't pass on him
Yo bitch want sum ass on ha huh
hoes
Catch me on Milwaukee at Lil Woodys wit 2 bestfriends
By end of the night I'm fucking bestfriends
I know her mans prolly mad he be hating on me
thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I look both ways
Cops say it's "Okay", my tint smoke gray
It's no way nigga leave without handing me my shit
Got
thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I look both ways
Cops say, "It's okay", my tint smoke gray
It's no way nigga leave without handing me my shit
Got
Who is he, Mr. Rand McNally?
I had I dream that mystery was me. Now who else could I be?
I dreamed I went to England and met the spice girls
your mind a curve
While I'll be blowin' up the scene
Like my nigga Mr. Herb
Take a toke as your heart goes full arrest
I got the bomb, so nigga, fuck
on this mutha fucka wit me
Got that lil nigga T-Rock on this mutha fucka wit me (Mr. clean)
Nay mean for all them niggas out there thinking muthafucka done
duck for cover
I come with a chrome y'all can makin' hoes pay the cost
Infrared to ya head full of lead yawkin' lames
You can betcha by the dollar
True story ain't no lieing
A wise man can play a fool but a fool can't play wise
Unless you judge me by my cover so you can't read between my lines
do'
You want mo'? We smoke and sparking, jokers like the blunt go
Been shoving folk for plenty miles, yes I'm the type to grin and bear it
The second
And I get off like an acquittal, I spit it, you critique it
It feels like I'm bein' belittled by midgets
It's like holdin' a nuke or a damn bazooka
'm Just finessing
We gone ride, chill, drank, smoke, I got that antidote
I'm finessing you, dat nigga sco a fool
I just be doin my thang who am I to say you
'm feelin' myself
And with the number one single, I'm feelin' my wealth
Yeah, Now what you know about me
Call me Mr. '08, 'cause this year about me
I
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