Lyrics:
Like a nigga selling hard glass
Skrt skrt
Got my chevy skiddin sideways
By ways
Leave a drip on the highway
My way
Letting pieces hit all day
I'm
you know I been over you
I don't really need you why can't you just catch a clue
Got a bunch of goons right by my side
Got a bunch of goons they down
Perc' just to relax, throw a lotta money, a lotta racks
Stop by Jeffery, get real CC's (let's go)
Pull out packs in the trap, let's beat
Jumped in
tracks
And he spit cold facts
Everybody know what the truth is
But don’t fuck with me
Cuz like Eazy-E
I show up, show out, I’m ruthless
Show me where
work for F-E-D-S
And plays his recorder
You think he placing he taping his order
Marking the bills they read,
Tasting the waterf***ed up
We
When I come back, that's it
You see a flash in the sky, it's that nigga, I
When I land, you wack niggas die
And your casket is your last hit
You wack
at forti nem he know he fake but that nigga ain't telling the truth(pussy)
He pull up when we talk about hoes but he ain't pull up for my album shoot
Aye why
form to be this blessed by the lord's force
And still do the devil's chores
I catch the air jordan in, any sport
Any sanatorium or morgue can't hold
that glock on the go
Good in the hood catch my vibe let it flow
Baby you the queen and their hate makes you glow
Shining like a star and your drip it
they rags up
Make them hit them switches up
They say album gang bang with some Nuts
Yo Dre yo homie turn this chronic Up (Hell Yeah)
I hit the switch no
the coupes and the Lincs)
(What you get?) (top models that gargle in the mink)
(Who you hit?) (whoever want it, I take it to the brink)
(It's funny, but I
a fool boy ya heard me straight swerve
A nigga behind me in the excursion and he swerve
Hit the parkin' lot by the club, just swerve
Headlights shinin'
a fool boy ya heard me straight swerve
A nigga behind me in the excursion and he swerve
Hit the parkin' lot by the club, just swerve
Headlights shinin'
start it off like this, though
A, B, C, D, E, F, G
She kept tryna spin by me
H, I, fuck that, H, I, J
Money like some thunder, I was dealing with rain
career's a prophecy now
Better grab your jacket, 'cause in this world we live in it's cold out
And when my album hit the stores it's sold out
Like these
Yeah
Tryna figure out the difference
But I think, think the lines are starting to get blurred
I'm in a strange place
I feel like Ma$e when he
Yeah
Tryna figure out the difference
But I think, think the lines are starting to get blurred
I'm in a strange place
I feel like Ma$e when he
ratchet, yeah they call me Clank
Flipping the script, you get hit in the lip
I'm surrounded by honeys the Jack that I sip
Checking my texts to get to this
it's just me by myself
I could have went and got Kendrick, went and got Snoop
Went and got Nipsey, Jay Rock, ScHoolboy Q
Could have went and got E
(swear)
If I get to play with that kitty
I wonder how many platinums we gon' sell (albums)
Pop a Perc and catch a feel (pop one)
Now I cannot feel
No I’m not picking up
No I’m not giving up
No I don’t give a fuck
No I don’t miss your love
No I won’t hit you up
No I won’t stick to one
No I
taking this throne JD my Lean
Gotta check my tone then i light my weed
Gotta check my grow cause i dont smoke seeds
Gotta chain its clean and its all CC's
stalk by
Fuck the car, I do a muthafuking walk-by
Eazy-E and the D.O. to the C.
And run house and there won't be no disagreeing
'Cause if there is
time, but you guzzling down 'yac and
Tryna be accepted by people who tryna do the same
I'm just tryna hit the booth with flames
Plus I suck at being
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