Lyrics:
imma chow down on this paper
Fuck with me I will put you in a coma
We gone clown yo ass give you lymphoma
Along with that have this lipoma
Didn’t
Last year
I had so many people fake on me
Acting sucks
They try to cuff
And take from me
Last year
I almost ended in the feds
Trying to quiet down
you've ever seen heads out
Me I bring the Louis V store to the penthouse
I was angry when shh got cheffed down
Left them in the corner shop by the food
I beat yo' ass twice and you still here
Seven years old, think you run this house by yourself?
Nigga, you gon' fear me if you don't fear no one else
I beat yo' ass twice and you still here
Seven years old, think you run this house by yourself?
Nigga, you gon' fear me if you don't fear no one else
year, all year
Aye bitch I'm up, bout my bucks
We was stuck, had enough
Midas touch, light it up
Played my hand I ain't call no bluffs
To be honest
And step em when K- Rocin
don't fuck with dis, see
See if you wit me
if you wit me
mon
We buck em down
We buck em down
Only one
Comin out of that
by, then days went by, then days went by
Here I am
Yeah
I was ? since we was little niggas son since we were seven
Armed robbery, first degree, my
, then days went by, then days went by,
Here I am
I Knew Shawn since we was little niggas son since we were seven
Armed robbery, first degree, my man did
it's over with
Aim and blow the bitch, strapped down, soldier shit, never be no more of this
Top number one, knocking down buildings, 9/11
Riding down
nigga, ayy
An imaginary rich nigga, ayy
Seven figures hold that slimmer than my bitch figure, ayy
Goin' digital and physical on all y'all, ayy
Bunch
my bitch a Birkin bag
Whats it gonna take
For me to get some love round here
24/7 every day of the year
I've been working nigga
And I had to make it
a Lil Nigga bitch and I stroke with my dick man I swear that her pussy lip pucker up
I'm a get to this money that's by any means if he talks hit him up
Five, Six, Seven
Everybody get blicked down, cause this Glock spitting out 30 rounds
Claiming you a shooter, you see opps and shoot at the fucking ground
you cupid missed
Ain't gon be a drive-by, you just cruise and miss
I'm the dude ya' bitch lemme' loob her tits
While the doob is lit
I'm a lunatic
Bitch
chop em down bitch ay
What?
Ay lets rock it out ay
My bros here lah bitch ay
We rockin' out uh
Yeah she wanna know ay
How you get it bro? Ay
Tryna blow,
chow
Puttin' zones up, got a brick, I'm 'bout to bust it down, pick your phone up
Bet that rat ho wanna fuck me now, fuck me now
Busy button down
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you and your mic can ease on down the road
Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to have one
Shootin' in
through songs and shit
On me, that's on me
Raise up, nigga, you are not the homie
Bitch I'm well-connected from my section down to Long Beach
Fumblin'
trip nigga, it goes down
And when you see me in all blue, you gon' frown
But I'm bridgin' the gap, I'm rigid with rap
Money or respect bitch, I'd
Probably'll try it and probably like it
I can't know, what, he probably a psychic?
I know a crazy bitch by the look in her eyes
I know a cheating bitch gonna
Never could check me
And bitch that's a fact
(Fact!)
I'm Standing on top of my ten after getting kicked down to my back
(No cap!)
Whenever I'm smoking I
when we apart you straight up sliding me
Bitch I ain't force you to stay, I ain't raped you into friendship
But why you called me brother, who tf feigns
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