Lyrics:
sketch on papyrus, then graduate to streets
Spawning new admirers and the cycle repeats and it goes...
(Chorus)
1 for free cans, 2 for the crew, 3 toy
ROOM
Must be a full moon, here comes a tune
Bullets fly by your head zoom zoom zoom
(A to the K to the 4 to the 7
Little devils don't go to heaven!
Nothing that can't be fixed by my
Ray-bans and an aspirin or two
Nothing that lasts forever not me not you
And there's nothing I wouldn't love
dreams at least 2 times
When her drawls drop then my jaw drop like ou ah
Full stop look up in her eyes I'm like oh nah
Go time she ain't let me leave I'm
you know that Ima live like
I'm in Monte Carlo casino monaco
Your bitches look like Boris
Ooh and mines is like onatopp
She bad as hell so god damn
with it
Check run shit uisan kick shit lu kang
Spit the Mack 10 like who bang
Burn shit new flame
Need a big booty bitch like two chains that come with
Won't get drawed out by them ops see don't give no fuks
Got two F's on my bag, stands for the fuks I ain't got
Aint got now what
Mixed with money call me
two
Bottles of champagne, no sabers the proper way
Til Brian gets owned by the Sommelier,
I’m familiar with the wine
It’s too funny had to laugh at it
I'll cop it
Got that big ass ass, that booty, pop lock and drop it
20K's up on my wrist, I'm gone
Poppin' bottles 'til the break of dawn
Goth lass,
For anyone that's tryna get by us
I been thinkin' a lot
I see these rappers tryna get at my spot
Robb told me, "You gotta get it how you live"
Told
And rock what the fifth cocked
Kids cop the six drop
From brick box and zip locks
Towns where niggas kill at
Posting where it's real at
Keeping gats
(Gas) The OG
Two many heads can't share with you (Too much)
I don't go half on a dolce bag
And cannot continue with this
Spending on my crew
They got
golden ghosts ablaze
A long-departed friend, drops by
Smiles and memories of just being
The simple way we lived our lives
Postcard moments of lovers
that I'm a nigga who don't handle biz
We live by the trig, we die by the trig
Evidently, you done made a weak, freak move
I break crews goin' chop
these blocks
You know these hot glocks
Cock till you drop
All you wanna-be cops
You don't wanna see shots
I beef deep with the police
Beat what
Live like 9-5, I rhyme and come alive
My grind divides fine through my divine eyes
It's prime time, you wish you could buy time, but it's my time
be.......
(Prizewell (Dirtycash))
yeah
live at the carnival
97 till infinite
ha
Refugee All-Stars
cant stop the shining, cant stop the shining (2x)
you wanna
plotting to shoot me? Gotta be loony trying to go against my
Block with a toolie, that's like a ox to a Uzi
Found out where one of them live, so we hopped
She buying Yay
We by the bay
Do that every day
We smoking dank
Out by the lake
Fucked up off the drank
Just popped a molly
This shit a hobby
Shit
two times to the left, throw up ya fists
Direct 'em towards those wack MC's please as I reminisce
You might have more dollars than you have common sense
Totin' these bottles and goin' full throttle
Damn, this party's 'bouta get live
Better make the shots now, It's 10 'til 5
Lemme hit up all the crew
Lay out
but your stupid ass got hit with clamps
Who the fuck is you nigga?
You ain't getting no fucking dap
Got the glocks by two nigga bitch you know I stay
Totin' these bottles and goin' full throttle
Damn, this party's 'bouta get live
Better make the shots now, It's 10 'til 5
Lemme hit up all the crew
Lay out
Fuck niggas gon' multiply
'Fore the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply
'Fore the real niggas live, fuck niggas won't multiply
Fuck niggas
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