Lyrics:
volunteer every ten I see, Vince Yarbrough
Past summer dough, motherfuck a ho
This is More About Nothing, I'm the fucking show
Hold it, keep rolling
on some real shit
Let a real nigga feel it
If it bounce, let it bounce 'cause your homegirl wit' it
She a go-getter, motherfuck a whole nigga (woo)
Got
the middle of the barn
Sippin' on all that oil, blowin' on that napalm
That fire, ho, motherfuck all my rivals
Same niggas talkin' shit 'bout me won't ride
and too much to manage
I'm on my dope boy shit, yeah my car's white
Motherfuck a hater, I done lived a hard life
I'm swanging out my building, trying
Ghost
They asked them in a interview, "why do he love these girls?"
The only thing he had to say was, "motherfuck the world!"
This is my story, yeah,
a verse
Niggas dying, motherfuck a double entendre
And this is Comp-ton, lions in the land of the triumph
Wrap saran our defiance, ban our alliance
Put
motherfuck think I creeped on?
I tried to leave it all behind if it don't go that way
Then it's back to the work
Yeah I got more on the way
I'm gon' go
Yeah, Finally Famous gettin' yep
Could you tell me where to go? I need direction
Where are we now? Where's the
Intersection?
Motherfuck my phone,
nothin' doin? 100 in the Maybach
Throwin? money out the roof motherfuck the brake pads
Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs
Speedin?, I'm speedin?
I
Motherfuck these niggas what the hell they sayin'
Crossed over still stay loyal
Still top on my phantom hood
Can't cook dope but a nigga shoot good
Got
ain't even rare, where the tag at?
Oh, wack-ass all up in my ear, bitch, back-back
I bag bad bitches, motherfuck a Kat Stacks, haha
Yellow nigga, no
gain, it's embedded in the brain
I'm in it for the grip, motherfuck the fame
You all know when we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we
weeks
I came up wit a strategy to come up mathematically
I did it for the city but now everybody mad at me
Motherfuck em all they sweat from my balls
Getting dome at Coachella
Yeah, hop out the coupe and titty fuck her
Yeah, free Bobby Shmurda motherfuck the Rucker's
I'ma lean back in the back, she
lose friends
We'll fuck em all, motherfuck them all
We was never friends anyway, nigga watch me ball
And so I'm a dreamer, I want it all
Man I come from
gain, it's embedded in the brain
I'm in it for the grip, motherfuck the fame
You all know when we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we
You know motherfuck taking a vacation
Put palm trees up in my house and have a stay-cation
Getting paid while I'm chilling that's a paid-cation
Full
change subjects
Rap ass niggas ain't seen nothing
This flow here, niggas can't touch it
Motherfuck friends
Tinted windows on the Benz
Doing doughnuts in
since
12 or whatever
Can I get bail or will I motherfuck myself?
Well I'm off to The Land with
A hand full of balls, that's all
Just some of my dogs Mo!
when I'm gon get
My motherfuck money on niga
But I'll be back, hold up niga
Young buck let's go
Buck Marley nigga tell me where the weed at
I pop
the best, bitch
Motherfuck your guest list
I'll be like let's just kill 'em
And get breakfast
Neck slit, next shit expect this
Every time you check this
Motherfucking psychopaths
Young Money cavemen, motherfuck a Geico ad (Ill)
Four-four, bulldog, fuck around and bite your ass
Shitting on you bitches, now let
the road I grew up by
And I see the game like an umpire
Motherfuck one time, and everything combine
I am the boss I have a nigga
Tell ya bout the gun line
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