Lyrics:
By the time you gettin' out you gon' have a grandson
Fuck you bitch I'll see you in hell bitch!
Fuck that!! Fuck that!! Fuck, get off me! Fuck you
Lil, momma know I like my kisses down low
Me, Nicki M, I got too many wins
Pull up with them V twins in my engine
All this ice all around me like
believe me
Even when I show them proof, they still ain't fucking believe me
I can scam your fucking grandma any day if you gon' fuck with me
Boy, Im Mr
I just wanna pull up in Mercedes,
Give a fuck about who hatin keep on me don't try to play me
BOOM
No Travis I'm the highest in the room can't fuck
and smokin'
Sparks flyin' open
From tha gat that im holdin'
This is for tha homies
And all tha others that know me
In this world you cant get by with luck
You
Hey Lil momma
How much would you through me for some good dck
Out there with them fancy muhfuckas
Know you hood sick
You Mrs. Block
I'm Mr. Block
You
meant, I meant a rapper
Yes I'm an NBA player can't you see?
I'm really killin' this beat
I need you to take it from me please
Fuck no, this nigga trash
slide cause I done got fame
Fuck the name, I can't have shit in this fuckin game
Without niggaz tryin to test nuts, tryin to act bad
I'm a fuck you
the company
Y'all niggas gotta blow down and come fuck with me
I ain't got nobody
And that little bitch you with, she ain't got nobody
I'm just playing, check
by myself
On my own, my Vlone, my Vlone
Did it on my one, Vlone, Vlone
(By my own fuckin' self)
Lil' Vlone, Lil' Vlone, Lil'
Vlone, Lil' Vlone, lil
lil', lil', lil', lil', skrrt, skrrt
Yeah, I can't trust no one so I be on my lonely
She say I fuck around, that's why she keep ignorin' me
You tyin'
you was just a lil' G
Flirtin' with death, playin' Russian Roulette, screamin',"Kill me"
"Hey there young nigga, what you smokin' on?"
Mad
Gold on like I'm Mr. T gold on like I'm mr. T
Diamonds froze call me mr.freeze
Gold on like I'm Mr. T gold on like I'm Mr T
Blue hair call me Mr. G
Fuck with the opps and I can't
Be a friend of you
Niggas dirty and they not original
Feel like I'm Spike, when I'm shootin'
I'm visual
Bullet's gon' make
(wrist)
Franck Muller made me proud of my wrist (wrist)
My shooters gon' shoot, can't miss
My shooter got a .30 on his hip
Yeah I need my fix
Was that
for my rollie, nigga it's stolen
Pullin up with a brand new choppa, I just seen my ex walk by
Yea lil bitch I'm finna rob her, broke ass bitch don't got
I slide lil baby I slide
I slide lil baby I slide
I slide lil baby I slide
I slide lil baby I slide
I came through gave shorty something to fuck
niggas wanna see me catch a case and get struck out
But I'm laughin' 'bout to knock they ass the fuck out
Bitch, quit actin' like a stuck up clown
Lil Migo, ain't no way
But I might go out like 23, or like Nuski and Trey Day
My nigga ain't wanna get in the car with me, I was ridin' 'round with
motherfuckas never have the heart to blast
[Mr. Shadow] - Verse 2
Ask me no questions and make on interruptions
Fuck your assumption your fuckin' with some
to play deaf or to listen harder?
I'm like, "Girl, what's harder than life for Mr. Carter?"
Knock on wood but with the wood comes termites and turmoil
bag it up, that ass fat as fuck (damn, damn, damn)
Bring your friends, I got the gang with me, they just tryna fuck (yeah)
Bag it up, baby, bag it up,
them cookies I been munching lately
My feet are becoming difficult to see
I believe it was my Daddy
Who led me to this eating disease
By calling me
on my couch
While smoking some ounce
And I swear on my mom
They can't fuck with sound
Lil bitch
Why you calling my phone
Thought I told you
Not to hit me
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