Lyrics:
Tremendous cream, fuck a dollar and a dream
Still tote gats strapped with infrared beams
Choppin o's, smokin lines, optimo's
Money hoes and clothes all a nigga
on, spinnin' 24's, openin' up Bentley doors
Drunk at the party, hands up in the air but still she sexy when she shake her body
That type of chick that
duck season
I'm cold as ice, 6 degrees below freezing
Stay dipped, rock a striped shirt like Freddy Kreuger
You'se a baby piranha surrounded by
them candy paints
Chrome Dayton's, 12 pack of 12s in the seven trey
Still hustle everyday, Dade County be the place
Get murdered for a burger with
Ayy, don't play with me no more
Kill Bill
Real spill
(Heluva made this beat, baby)
Ayy, when that money on the line niggas say they 'round
But
And they smokin funny - shuddup yo' damn mouth!)
I swing funky rap routines and tap the jaws
Spot ya twenty points and you still can't score
Nuttin - cause
a gat in my arm reach
I charm freaks and bomb geeks
From here to Palm Beach
I'm puttin rappers in the wheelchair
Big L is the villain you still fear
Cause
bitch, had her spouse (let's go)
I'm smokin', I'm high on a cloud, uh (a cloud)
I do not do this shit for clout (I don't)
Yeah, dick in her mouth, uh
fuckin' cappin'
I'm smokin' za pack, out the O, he was a stepper but got stepped on
That other rapper his big bro, it been a year we still ain't vanished
No one will stop me
Follow me into a land where Impalas squat
Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop
Ogs survive, you still alive, a lot
some?
Baby Joe yeah that’s my family
He gon face some
(VL Deck)
Army guns for niggas that think they want it
Beefin’ with the precinct
The opposition
No one will stop me
Follow me into a land where Impalas squat
Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop
Ogs survive, you still alive, a lot
Smokin' dope I'm smokin' weed
You my cat go catch that beam
(Bitch)
My baby that be the G17
I just wanna see all the bullets goin' in your spleen
I ain't
up in twos
If they don't have my money:
Bare butt no shoes, dues
Don't give me nothing but good news baby
Right now don't make me come down
(Snoop
No, you ain't
Check
Throw it back for a thick boy
I'm opp fast, still opp last
Your baby rappin' on hits, boy
This offshore, kinda smart,
"Spaced Age for Eva"
Po-ppa never went and jumped the broom, never got that one degree
But if you looked down from heaven, you'd still be proud of me
these tricks it's too late
[TS] It's that old school pimpin all the way from Memphis, to Oakland
[8B] Straight smokin baby, fryin em up fat
[TS]
On the grind still trying still flying birdies
That stuff still in ya cup still driving swerve
Ridin dirty like the vehicle inside the derby
A little inspired by
Clone, clone a young nigga and still flop
I buy pints by the two, no Pac
Baby, pass me the hookah
Baby, pass me the hookah
Baby, pass me the hookah
paper (paper)
Got a seat at my own table (table), don't need no favors (fuck it)
Ida Street baby, smokin' green by the acre
M-I-S-S (S), I-S-S
Only saw you once a fortnight at of all of them you had to choose that day
To Bible bash evangelizing in the street
Looking like a tramp who collected
there's a Heaven, you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passin' by in a stroller remindin'
Punching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager
Soupin me up sayin "You're a good worker,"
"How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register"
"Large
got you red hot, you so happy to see me
Make the front-page prime-time live on TV
Nigga my girlfriend, baby forty-five but she still live
One shot
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