Lyrics:
like an actress (Nah)
(Sie la vie) Or you disappear like a hat trick (Bye)
Shout-out Frieda Payne, I get high, I get high (High)
Why yo' bitch lookin
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whats up y'all Hello how are you doin out there
You're chillin, I'm winnin
Oh, by the way, the album's out, go get
that man kill?
Is that your chick?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
Yo check it now, yo, yo
Your hoe
it)
Know I get the money, n**** by the pound (Yeah)
Heard you got a album and it bang, right? (Right)
But When they play me, it’s a different sound
I
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
and sacrifices.
Cheap tricks, cheaper devices. What did you know? What did you care?
What did you know? What did you care?
Holding the vision, but losing our
took shrooms
And I think I seen your bitch in Quavo's room
Yes, you did
Animal yeah we takin' off to the moon
YRN the Album coming soon
Can a nigga
ahead and call me gay
We know I make you butt sore
Sweaty and played out just like a cheap and
Rugged hump whore in a dump boy
What you wantin' dehydrated
Get mad Give a fuck if you leave
Not without another trick up the sleeve
Nigga mad I don't got it for cheap
High prices mean the shit off the leash
that cheap
It may become a bad habit
You see a brother with a little bit of dough, you want to grab it
I get approached by a man, sometimes I throw a fit
head in a 69 ...
I heard y'all hood 3rd grade y'all keep 60 9s...
I heard you been a ride or die for rolling 60's since you was nine...
cnd yo mom seen
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
I put the helmet on my mic and tackle MC's
I break backs of fat tracks and freeze
And get up on these, and hit your knees
Trick, can do what you do,
You're in Toronto and I'm in the H
Fly down here pronto for a dinner date
If you dare, trick
See, we could have a sick picnic
Listenin' to Slick Rick
Let
be matchin' outfits made by VLONE
This ain't no cheap love, these diamonds set by each stone
I know I got yo' love, I'm from the streets
So can you
again
Face lookin like you're fiendin for hen
Who that wit you, hide the gat yo nigga come here
You got a pistol that must mean you slingin again
Your mother's got a big head
Aight aight, first off, you wanna sign on me?
Bet bet, you big Marion-Berry-haircut-havin' muh-
Yo, first of all, your
you ever think of stopping me, Bblow it out ya ass!
I'm a hustler by nature but criminal by law
Any charges set against me, chunk it up and stand tall
put my brain into this
Y'all moving brainless
Anything to be famous
I'm a magician, you should listen, it's never the same tricks
2020, when we
since days at the rec rap been a God since shirts by mecca aye
Niggas be talking huh (talking)
I know that talk is cheap (cheap)
They want it all from us
drop a single yet
N' I'm starting on my 3rd album
N' I bet you want my dick fam
Cause I met your CEO and he say
"Yo I'm a big fan"
I'm a big man, cramped
drop a single yet
N' I'm starting on my 3rd album
N' I bet you want my dick fam
Cause I met your CEO and he say
"Yo I'm a big fan"
I'm a big man, cramped
to juggle
Another day, another struggle
I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you like
waitin' long and hard
So we savin' it all, we won't play you a lick
That's why they got me on here rappin' 'bout the shit
But for ten years this album's
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