Lyrics:
ass, ho
Peter-rolled by Koopsta, Crunchy, Juice, Paul, Boo and Scarecrow
Ho, it's a whole lotta demons in my world today
Which means you run into
energy
With the family, turn your ass to a memory
My niggas team of the century
I blow the check up, detonation
Kill 'em one by one, Final Destination
Yeah, AD, line em up
Aye son, this one for you man
Gold around my neck, feelin' like a god who is my only son
My first commandment, the important
Lulu, give me whatever I ask
Bucket low like Ace Boogie, I re-up two hundred cash (uh)
Richest nigga in my city, got my neck on Rick the Ruler (yeah)
The shit around my neck
Looking like I should be in orbit
Red stains on my money
Moving white blocks like a honkey
Gorilla wit a hundred racks
In Ammiry
Because life can get you down
When no one is around
Because life can get you down
When no one is around
I can't get into my mood
If you are not into
Double my cup, wait, Wock' on my seat (damn)
Switchin' these lanes, got her face by my knee (her head)
Two-hundred ain't shit to me (nothin', nigga)
I
the other shit that's goin' in my brain
My brother got out of jail, I only know him by name
He did a nickel and a dime in time, probably be stayin' with my
when
The world was run by black men
Back to the future
Anything can happen
If these are the last days
And 100-foot waves come crashing down
I get
Trying to keep your head up
I was breaking my neck
Just to stick it out for you
And I know we’d hang out every day
If I wasn’t 100 miles away
From our
payments in hundreds all of my hundreds they old
All that I wanted was diamonds that's why my neck it be cold
Green on me moss like it's mold I gotta get it
five
You gave a hundred of fucks but can't waste my time
S on my chest bitch I'm feeling like I'm Superman
Chain around my neck keep him dressed like
been thinking bout you
Since the day I met you
Look too good to be true
That's why I haven't called you
But I've come to my senses
Can we meet up around
time I put my chains on, big spender
It's cool, man, got red bottoms on
Life is good, you know what I mean? Like
Yeah, hundred thousand for
look at my pink
(Thots every week)
Look at my (thots every week)
Pass by the Lambo, bitch can't breathe, ooh
Ooh please, diamonds sick, I sneeze (achoo)
extra cash to pay for college with
And it just so happens I got a lot of it
Spin around the pole while you're doing splits
By the end of the night
These niggas tempted by these slut hoes who fuckin' the block
Ain't no more love in my heart
And I don't mean to question God, but
If he kill my
Ice on my neck
Watch baguettes
Demon killer
That's a flex
I just pulled up to the mall with a Bible Blicky
Got my angels staying by side you know I
the teardrops spill tonight
Just conceal myself and hide
A portrait of my life
And for the finale, she can float around effortlessly
And dream away
stray away
Falling deep into the portraits that we paint
I can't recall what drove me here
Surrounded by the world around
Project your manifestations
Look
Whole neck on bling
All these bands on me
Brand new bitch from over seas
All my bitches on fleek
Whole neck on bling, bling
All these bitches on me
gettin' by
Yeah I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
Stand up guy, bet the mound from the ground
I'm a south side nigga, fuck around fuck around
the check up, nigga, detonation
Kill 'em one by one, Final Destination
Top my destination
I got guardian angels all around a nigga, that's deflectin' Satan
No matter what they say I smoke hundred joints a day
Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe
No matter what they say I smoke hundred joints
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