Lyrics:
catch up in the end.
You walked in last with a dirty barber,
Found me at the bar in fits of laughter,
Said you've been seen out digging the past,
Catch me hostin' invitations
Meeting obligations
Junior with a nation that's a straight up combination
If you keep up with your hustle you don't need no
I’m Peter Pan
My shit hottest In demand
Everybody wanna pull up to me with hands out like I owe them ends
I just want a slim thicc shawty that’s a ten
to Die" shit
Sold 9 mil', ended up on some fly shit
Naked pictures, R&B bitches all in my Sidekick
How I be killin' the pussy, should be a hate crime
Nigga
In the end you only gettin fuckin baked
Throw a round into yo face
I'm dropping Niggas by the 8s
Bitch!
Worldwide Nigga man Counting bands
You can
a pole I’m like a hockey stick
You the nigga with the bag, nah it’s the opposite
Catch a nigga leaking, then I’m shooting up the occupants
Catch me yo
enough to taste my breathe
Run my hands up yo thighs I’m looking you in your eyes
I could give pleasure but there’s pain in the end cause
I just need
your brother gangsta Dresta
Open up the door so I can flow and let 'em know
That me and BG Knocc is good to go to make the dough
That's my little
sliding her addy, calling me daddy
Said she get happy when I get in
I beat up her patties, sadly it's gotta end
But she wanna come back because I got bands
seater do the dash dont look at the meter
I pour up dat drank by the liter
Picture me ina hills with my feet up
With the gang yea you know I can't leave em
assist (Aim assist)
My shots like curry I cannot miss
We could pull up with just me and my brother
I called you a pussy lil bitch did I stutter (No, no)
I
a 3.5 in the wood, I'm smokin' on a Russian
Catch me out south, mobbin', thuggin' with my cousin
And if I call my brother Augie, he gon' clear the crowd
You know my niggas play with Glocks, suckers better be in shape
Catch me in that latest foreign , probably why these niggas hate
Bitch, I'm smokin' out
brother
Had to finesse a couple bands with each other
You gotta watch these niggas hating undercover
I don't condone in the actions of a sucker
Aye
minority, was it a plan to leav’m naked with a nickel, I pluck’m by pickle by degrees /making heathen out my holigans out my lunatics /in all reality sweep
a rubber band
Walkin' naked through the motherland, give the finger to my brotherman
Niggas just don't understand my reasons, I transcend like season
knocked a chunk up out his back like he working for Apple
Shie just poured a six up in the Sprite, I pour eight in the Snapple
If I catch his opp all by
even blue or red
But cross the wrong brothers and end up dead
You catch a body full of bullets and get blasted
Tryin' to be a gangsta but you just
and shortly
All the wenches will be mine
Glorious hunting by the moonlight
Chasing after our beer
Soon I catch up with the demon
We will clash right now, right
Rolling a couple brothers tryna come up on some commas you don’t really want no problems.. like that
Why you all up in your feelings, cah your girl
you'll find Worksop
Where I lived when I was a lad
In a house with me Mam, two sisters and Gran
One brother, a budgie, and Dad
At the end of our street
bands in the bags
Wanna fuck with my team
You will get jacked
I looked at my stats I had no views now i am nice
I want number one but twice
Fuck it it's
motherfuckin' butt-ass naked with them motherfuckin' Jimmy Choos on
Who taught you how to put some motherfucking Jimmy Choos on?
(Yeezy thought me)
Yo, you
hassa
We run through with turbans, diamonded up chain with boots on
Mori umbrellas in Tucson
Rhyming is a color, the lifestyle is live, my fly brothers
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