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a what

Put some grape in my soda, yeah
Damn
I'ma make y'all regret it
Pull up with some green and I'm not talkin' lettuce

Me and Lil' Lemon gonna blow if

She also say mama ma coo saa
Never lyin', I'm a king though, Mu fa sa
La di da di, yep, we still like to party
Instead of Slick Rick it's Tekashi,

No Flaws

Young Scooter

The Recipe

2018

Walk in that bitch, three empty guns
She just gon sweep that under the rug
'Member I ran through that sixty and ain't had none
Took some lil pints,

took that boy advance money
And bought three pair of pants
Just like I moved to southpaw
I just switched the stance
I do this shit for my grandpa
He

the pipe, youngstas bust for stripe
Ain't got new jewels, ain't got no life
Nigga, caught the blues when his part called lights 
See I, been in yo shoes, lost

shit go
My lil' homies totin' drakes, my lil' homies be OVO
Runnin' with TM, don't get it twisted, did it OMO
Yeah, I did it on my own
Walkin' round with

new clothes,
but when i get money ma buy me a boat,
give me three months n i'll fill up the dom,
rappin n treppin like i got a clone.

Bridge

i got

(Cook that shit up, Quay)
(Tutty with the touch)

Life is like a movie
Can I count on you to play your part?
She say like, "One, two, three", girl
I

Any day now, Quadron Wilson will be released from prison early
He's the man who was surrounded by more than 20 local, state, and federal agents

Giving the anthem you heard it
Brodie ain’t nobody listen to nothing
You really thinking you something
Lil dummy stop all of that fronting
You a gerb no

and I'm ending it
Dub she a beast, that's my twin and shit, I pop a starter it boost ma adrenaline
Rollin' be rolling while picturing caskets, they faking

deep inside of they pack
Fucked off I'ma bet they felt
Fuck a hundred
I'm a hundred and ninety-nine to the T
Asshole by Nature bitch
Cause it define who

drenched, lost my head and my boobie mouse
I'ma break a leg, performing in front of y'all
That's what he said, paint the city red, lotta blood, shit
Red

and jam sessions became our churches
We been at war PTSD babies
Thank you for yo service.

Hook:
One time for the city
2 times for the culture
3 shots for

the shit I rock
You a big spender a Cris' sipper
Brick flipper on a quick mission
A whole pint in a pop look like Trish in it
A lil' small conversation 'bout

pain
Cause ups & downs just a part of the game
Niggas touch a little money, seem like everybody changed
And they claim you ain't the same, hard to tell

shoulda
Seen the signs
We were doomed from the start
But I'm glad to be playing my part
I ain't sad she was playing my heart
Cuz the shit been numb

(blah, blah)
And my son is only three, he be like: "Mama rich"
Told him: "Go outside to play, just be inside by six" (ay)
I done made my niggas proud,

is for the ma-threes, not for the Mercedes
This is for the ma-three, not for the Mercedes
Pesa za kukopa zitalipwa, inabidi (Itabidi!)

Yo
G'zay, G'zay

make your favourite rapper, running suicidal by a motherfucking thought
Choosing to choose me? I ain’t no skr skr rapper, I’m only the first
That’s

they lying
Got the same zodiac but don't got them same signs
I'ma keep showing up for my loved ones and shine
Niggas switch out like sticks and they make

was always by my side
I thought it'd never change
Like how'd I get this way

I got one last brain cell
To ruin my day
So I'ma give it away

I had 99

makin' enemies
Product of me, so that makes you my mini-me
Steppin' stu , niggas payin' for me
To speak better with time, so that's 3 hunnid for feat

and act like you Lil' Boat
Secretly idolise me and walk the path that I blaze 
When you can’t even stay on beat, come and leave in three days?
Bitch please,