Lyrics:
It's a race
Side by side
Raise the flag
Do or die
I'm floating out
Satellites
We blow the pounds
We excercise
I'm switching lanes
4 door
ballin' hard with no sport agent
Need free agent, at least three, maybe four
Hit yo city lit everywhere we go
Throw it, I'mma make the catch incredible
bitches 6 feet deep
My mental status destroyed
'Cause I was touched by the hands of tha sick
But I swear with a passion
I'm a put 6 shots in this
I would like to welcome a special guest tonight
He go by the name of
Y'all know his name
He is a very important person of this little world
leave you chestless
And ain't shit that you can say to me when you be breathless
Young, but I done did shit that you won't do
So go ahead wit
at the spot, pull up at the spot, in a drop top
Gettin' what I got, I just
Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs
Don't give a damn on the real, I
the flow
Don't think of nothin' else till it's time to go
Now baby girl don't be so shy,
Because I got the whip cream for you cutie pie
And anything
take me for? A fool? Cause I play by the rules?
Cause you can't have your cake and eat it
When two's company, and three's a crowd, four's a pit
one, two, three
kick my knees
four, five, six
maybe I'm selfish
seven, eight
its getting late
nine, ten, eleven
I think my head's in heaven
I am
ain't built an' there's no electricity
About all ya could do is sit on yer butt an' cut bait
However, you give ol' Milton four strong bodies, a nine
a plastic glock
And a bag of rocks
Smell like nothin but dope on the road
When I pass the pop
Just now I got a pump
And this one aint for asthma ungh
I
-twos and four-by-fours, I pull up in a brand new whip
Pull up on a shawty, I ain't say nothin she wit the shit
I ain't never stressin', I been ballin', feelin' like a clip
decide
Who they dying wit'
And you the type that I don't
Need to spend no time wit'
Let's go, 4KT, Kentrell be careful
That's that triple nine
DDawg need
top go, nigga? Woo
Feel like I'm losing my mind, I did a line
Youngin squeeze a nine for me and mine
Big hole in his back
Paramedics can see his spine
4x
4x
These niggas be hatin but ik it's go time
Me n my niggas we tote iron
You niggas can't come in check the door sign
We snatch his chain now
slide)
Niggas hopeless, in the way (this a chopstick, no not no nine)
Catch a op, get low, watch it go down
I've been living crazy
I've been living crazy
aint no trippin on mine {Why is that?}
Cuz tounge condoms are hard to find {Yeeeah}
And even if ya dicks protected
You can still catch the high by
By your side
You have to know
One six nine ten
Means we got shots fired
Four fifteen ASF
Route to 91
Sounds like an automatic firearm
Copy code red
joint ventures and two different labels, niggas that pay me homage
Been in this game for nine seasons
That's nine reasons why I'm expired the rhyme
nights trippy
Smoke six jays of icky
Popped about four pills now I'm Feeling dizzy
Riding my wave ima rockstar
Your girl call me a cockstar
Had to go
'em up with the Glocks, or I MAC-10 'em
Balmain denim i hustle for 4 days in 'em
Let the 4 blaze, and 4 strays hit 'em
One van, 4 goons, plus 4 K's in
Four
I'll just slide to the next lo
I was the one from the get go
If that bitch a neck goat
Better stick to the bitch never let go
I jus make the shit
ain't ya man but we can just pretend
Hit the mall girl I got enough to spend
And you could go home to him, I ain't hating him
'Cause see you just my
c'mon
Ah baby baby c'mon, check the rhyme to the song
Uhh, aw yeah baby c'mon
Ah baby baby c'mon, and check the rhyme to the song
One double nine
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