Lyrics:
I don’t do drugs
They slow me down
Please don’t touch
The friction bounce
Always in a rush
Time is clutch
Death trying to catch me
That’s a Runner up
obsession
Now I'm the cream of the crop
Floating on air
Heading straight to the top like
Hey now, stop playing, catch this wave now
Don't matter, you too late
Sticks and stones might break my bones
But a nigga would never cross me tic tac toe
Go run till they love me catch my roll
Ain't no other nigga above
how they tried to crop us out the picture
Shout Trigga City yeah
Now you can catch me cross fletcher
With my niggas who put it down
Shawty used to ride
Catch me rolling with dank on me
Strangers looking like, "you stank homie"
Niggas claiming that they mad at me
Man, you really just a fan of me
See
2022 Shit
Better stay out my way nigga
Look
Get out my way or shoot me my fade
You made a big mistake
Ima catch a body boy
You made a big mistake
You
Magdalena by Mr.Fabre
Intro
For sure X3
Yo
I'm gonna reach you eat you and more
Sure i'm gonna catch you
For sure, for sure
Calculate me
Listen
I’m just doing me don’t worry about the outcome
If you catch me on the street then you are wild dumb
You are nothing you are just a living clout
This is a song was sung back in 18 and 92
There was a terrible flood that year
People lost everything they had
Their crops, their live stock
There is a lonely train called the 3.10 to Yuma
And it's the only train left for me to ride on
I'll catch that lonely train called the 3.10 to Yuma
of the crop when it's time to do a show
Girlies on my jock for my dope intro
As I glance at E-Double, kickin' microphone wrecker
Turn on my cordless, sayin' mic
Cause I'm the cream of the crop when it's time to do a show
Girlies on my jock for my dope intro
As I glance at E-Double, kickin' microphone wrecker
There is a lonely train called the 3.10 to Yuma
And it's the only train left for me to ride on
I'll catch that lonely train called the 3.10 to Yuma
the conspiracy (Gang gang)
Quality jewelry, your shit is blurry (Bling bling)
I catch a charge, they killin' the jury
My swag be so clean but I'm sippin'
to get jiggy then catch 'em in reverse, yo
With a verse that's worse than the last one
Some say boof, Even though you used to diss Jamaicans
Weighin' all of this shit up while I got residue on my shirt
Harvestin' these crops outside, they got me wearin' dirty shoes
If I had one final wish, then
the crack to the fiend
It's the king to the queen
It reigns supreme
It's the crop to the cream (say what)
It's a po man, no man, its everybodys dream
Money,
Tulane and Johnny opened a novelty shop
Back under the counter, was the cream of the crop
Everything was clickin' and the business was good
'Til one
There is a lonely train called the 3.10 to Yuma
And it's the only train left for me to ride on
I'll catch that lonely train called the 3.10 to Yuma
to fuck it 'cause you can't catch us, WHAT?
Before I laugh at the fucking mind feed
I wanted you to know I can't help myself
Yeah I know I'm not supposed
Turn a man's hoodie, crop top
Slap at your wig, now it looks like a droptop
Hm, glop, bop
(Get the violence up, better hide and duck)
(Deep down,
never shows
catch the wind, and stop all time
let it go and time will flow
whirlwinds of dust, the dying crops
brings life or death, we're at your mercy
a locomotive
Weed money lsd music my motives
Pop up in the game like hocus pocus
Short notice
Focused
Blaze up the crop like a swarm of locusts
Bet on that
I'm
Broski got the crop its getting hot in here like nelly
Gotta hit the belly never used to have a penny
Never used to have it grew up in the mud
Mommy
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