Lyrics:
run and get
I wish them pussies would come attempt
I'm pullin' up on some other shit
Yeah, I'm pullin' up on some other shit
VVS's, that's some
Bumbu by the case, nigga, fuck you, fly away
Sick shit, blrrrp
Dedicated
To the culture that Tunechi birthed
To the sons and daughters of Weezy
shit
High shit you don't like it suck on my dick
Fella flow forever you don't like me fuck it bye bitch
Out the gutta boy I'm nasty on some fly shit
Sly
Some people ask me where I've been lately
They thought I fell off, nobody could save me
They play in the background, I don't back down
So don't
mes zombies
J'sais même plus,si je suis toujours en vie
Tonight
Tonight
Tonight
Tonight
Some Space s**t
Je débrouille sans les mains c'est my s**t
to war with my brothers (mm-hmm)
How I'm 'pose to trust 'em when they competin' with each other
Some shit you just don't do
I heard them niggas
through stuffin' shit
Got crossed up by my ex bitch thats why I ont trust a bitch
I done came up from the gutta feel good havin' fat pockets
Got 13 for his
(Viben er nostalgisk og du vet det)
(Se meg fly høyt i sky hvor vi lever)
Det her er Nutshack, er du skækk eller?
Meg og gutta er på shit som gir
Rockin' for the 845
When we skateboard by
Gotta stay more fly
Than the next one
Waiting on our shit
Keep it hot
Hold it down for the squad
'Cause you
That was some September several bands by Christmas
Fuck these niggas I'm just running laps
Writing raps while I'm bussing traps
Wish I was fucking
Life goes on in the streets of my hood when you die
But some cry, and gets by, while others choose to wonder why
His life was took at such an early
shit, talkin to my frat on the
phone Cuzzo let's do this hit the mall
Cop the Levi's, all of the loose fit She came by herself to my crib, baby it's
too
but
I'm a be a J-U double G-A-L-O by killin' every body
I call myslef a jugglao 'cause my face painted y'all go ahead and kill the scene
We'll come
your gung ho got'cha niggas by your side
And the topic of your every conversation's let's ride
But let's take 5 and then put that shit aside
But you
or die like Bed-Stuy through the red sky
With the window of the red eye
Let the lead fly, on some G. Rap shit, "livin' to let die"
This morning, I
or die like Bed-Stuy through the red sky
With the window of the red eye
Let the lead fly, on some G. Rap shit, "livin' to let die"
This morning, I
by the club swerve, you wit ya girl swerve
A nigga move swerve, all my thugs swerve
[Chorus]
You ain't never had shit (uh uh) swerve on em
For ya
bitches in my bed
Super fly... Super cool
Dorreace known to keep a tool
12 behind me... Do the race
That shit there will never fail
We was riding with that
and ridin' 4s
So you can just say that I'm ridin' high
Ridin' fly on my pilot shit, first class
Continental
Double cup full of sleepin' potion
Sweet full of LA
with no fear but I fly high
Fly high
We can all fly high
Fly high
Fly high
We can all fly high
Fly high
Fly high
Someone died in a drive-by mudslide
We push this art like it's some trap shit
We're putting Memphis on the map
We're driven up in these streets
By music cook, eat, repeat
Shit's crazy
thinking about her curves
She fuck with mayo but she cozy on my lap you better swerve
Rolling some j's and fly to the moon
Meet her on the way might go
Send mo pictures and make me some more riches
To all the suckers on the block talkin' shit while I was locked up
Be prepared to get socked up
'Cause
Ridin' round with that heavy yeah
F&n side by side, but I wasn't 'posed to tell you that
Gon' let them bullets fly just like a pelican
Somebody pray for
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