Lyrics:
come and rock with me everybody rocking out
I make em jump till there's a hole in the fucking ground
Pose for a picture, nigga I am so off the Richter
Big ass carbine let off 2.23's that's what he died by
Another opp just died I feel like Smurkio like AH HA
Niggas act like I ain't told 'em they can get
Understand ..one thing.. please!!
Don’t fuck with me
Bitch tell me what you want
When you from the streets
You can never let ‘em walk
Don’t fuck with me
the butt? (Hell yeah)
Tell 'em to shake it (shake it) shake it (shake it)
Shake that healthy butt
Baby got back (L.A. face with the Oakland booty)
Baby
life ain't defined by their foolish lies
I got Christ inside so I'ma do this right (Christ inside)
I'm like yuh, fire in my heart I can't keep it subtle
to muster up
Now I'm sipping Amsterdam
Wit' day one homies and the fam
Really caught that boy slippin'
Drippin in ads on Instagram
Tell me why my snapchat got
shine, big boy watch tell big boy time (look at it)
Everybody know I got the recipe, so y'all know y'all niggas can't mess with me
Matter fact, I don't
and bro be there
Boy tell the truth yo dawg got locked away you ain't send none in there
(Tell the truth) nigga you ain't never slid on nun yo opps
(Tell
pocket like a rolley right now
Fucking these boys lives left and right
Got em all in they feelings cause they can't spend the night
I been playin you
To roll a fat joint and smoke that weed
But the tale goes on and years went by
Another drug came and the boy got high
Ever since that day, he just wasn't
boy
I'm talking business
With a B-I-Z
You don't know me, you don't own me
You ain't got me, you ain't got me by the oop oop
Get your hands up, get 'em
Aye, Yeah
Look, look
They just can't handle their fears
Ain't 'bout `em when they scared
Talkin' behind my back, like I looked back and you was
they hit me
I'll tell 'em they wack
Bitch, I got hit and I spun right back
Ya mans got hit and he turned to a rat
Die Y, throw up the O, I be jackin' my
is with me, 4KT, ain't nobody safe, believe that)
Tell 'em glizzy me
I got all my niggas in here with me (DDawg comin' home)
I got all my people
sad her baby boy
A fucking drug dealer
Lil bruh been outside
He ain't got no plug nigga
Mama sad her baby boy
A fucking drug dealer
Streets ain't got no
you get up in it
Damn, let me see you work
I can tell that you a flirt
I don't want it 'less it hurts boy
Let me see you sweat
Grab me by the fucking
Fresh the OG, now it's a G.O.
Got the squad in this bitch case it pop off
Fresh, can you please tell these niggas I've been rich since the Hot Boys
Bad
bitch, I'm different
If they ask you 'bout me, tell' 'em that's just stove talk, I'm realistic (big cap)
shit, you think he really got enough money
got him
Yo, a blonde fag took my
Kindness for a weakness
But instead of comin hard threw a weak diss
Twelve of his friends at
First I was speechless is
wrist
Choosy with the Pickens I be leaving em pissed
I'm so tired of the beef I'm eatin Chicken and shrimp
Ayyeee
Ya that's that boy
Mobin through
Bet we go take us some lines 'fore we go take it to law
Boy I got fire in my eye, look at me [?] and go off
Watch how you come at your fate, nigga
the pulpit
Stressin' to help me, seemed like I was born by mistake
While the races dominate, got me victim to the Legislate'
I'm playin' for kicks, hustle
Doin' it for years
He even got himself a slogan
"Suck my dick for careers"
Louis CK told us one time this
Is how you do it
I tell 'em if they fuck me then
And a body count
On a big glock
Boy we playing for keeps.
Got the extension since niggas is so outta reach
Say he got stain
Till I make em a stain
My nigga,
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