Lyrics:
Yeah
You there
Damnn
I feel like my Efforts are done
I've gained more loses than what I've ever won
Broken heart can't always be undone
We ain't all
(they want that E) hundred K for my SSMC
(It's Monte Carlo, bitch)
I know the alphabet boys wanna see me (ATL)
Got that Cali' OG (the FBI)
My AR in close
beneath the ground, yeah
When all the monsters come for you, you’ll never be found because it’s
H, A, double L, o, W, double E, N
And as night falls
motherfucker crunk in this motherfucker
And our niggaz wit' a Miami boy
And I still like to play wit' my Tonka toy
I'm a Toys R Us kid, yes I is
You can't be
You got drama run for shelter for real
Pour some beer for the ill
Ain't no time to chill
Hit em up cause I'm quick to erupt like this
Wet 'em up with
degree day and there's no frickin' air conditionin'
And you can't see the bitch's hair is frizzin'
'Cause you got the windows up, blarin' the system in
homies a Whether B
Fred Dogg S P double E D Y cause that's my type of guy
DeWalt Evans and BigJ Ski into the muthafuckin job done by my boy Joe
B
Seaten
twisted, yupp. You can call me Tesla
Often I be spacing dog and yall ain't in my nebula
I'm somewhere out there drifting, hoping yall will listen
Mama said
the
Man on my family timeline and not grime's
But in saying that, I am all three
And they are all me
This is a microcosm of grime
G H E double T and O!
and spot
where we, are-I-D, E, and smoke
Chorus
Verse Three: Belo
I, made my money on the DL
Closed shop in the Pontiac we bail
To the mall
find their trouble
Oluwa bless my hustle
E nor go bad if I be bossu
Gimme double oh oh oh
If I offend you, Lahor nor vex
My gee
Everybody chasing
Out]
The are-you-T-H-L-E double S
yo it's the nigga knocc out
claim the block so nigga what's next
try to step and flex and get wrecked like
You can hate but we praised by these streets we run
Love who we are push two seat cars
Yeah we be far from your too weak bars for real
This is real talk
Peep the story
Sonny Cheeba, Geechie Suede
Check it out
Volume 1 of this joint
I ski in Switzerland
Down in morocco gamblin', handlin'
B
connect
Me cautious, I enter a flamin' scorch, you by the door, moolah
All over the floor time to gather
As much as i can tryin' not to get blam off in
Booze, don't mess with Mister Booze.)
Don't mess with be , double o, Z, E, if you've been so simply occupied.
You'll feel better once you testify,
finna get me for that racketeer
Brick after brick, got me feelin' like Shaq's career
Try to run up on me by yourself like you invincible, imbecile
Posted
put to rest
cnd where's respect, for gay sex?
Keep it up n ya might be next
Double duces for a body count, if you wanna add to it
Heard you run with
you the shit
Baby I ain't know you was
Loyal like this
Baby who you know make it
Double like this
Run up the dough yeah yeah
Run up the dough
Run it
and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, shit
I remember I was just like you
Smokin' blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's
'Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
I
the rat holes
Reduce that fagot ass nigga who wanna jump like frog to a tadpole
Gag it up sliding through the E.R.
Batted up a tube in your dick you
These pullas are contagious, just like Ron Isley
(What the hell is goin on? Someone's sleepin' in my home)
Snoop to the D-O-Double G
Get in, where you
background noise: sipping beer,
chorus of laughs and belches, general yooper noises
lemmie tell ya dat
and you know it's not so much the heat as it
and mind
Alive for a short time and dead
By the end of the rhyme
I'm back and in fact
Do you know where you are?
Motherfucker we 'bout to break your neck
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