Lyrics:
shit, nigga
Better play it cool (For real)
'Cause we tote fully automatics
You'll be breakin' news hrrt, hrrt
Sound when we slide on them fuck niggas
That's right you doubted, you doubted
Can't do shit about it, I'm 'bout it
They told me, "Keep quiet, don't try it
Just be Ryan" but I told 'em, "I'm
money up and go and drop it on my wrist
Pop out on the scene, got your bitch tryna take a pic
Nigga chasin' after money, know I get that shit quick
it's a 3 day weekend
i'm loading up my truck
got tons of beer
might shoot a deer
blow the shit out of a duck
stever's got a cross bow
jamie a shotgun
Syndrome, and that's why I hate y'all
Cause you be biggin up the industry while they rape y'all
[Poison Pen]
Yeah, I spaz out (spaz out) and beat the shit
It's a 3 day weekend
I'm loading up my truck
Got tons of beer
Might shot a deer
Blow the shit out of a duck
Stever's got a cross bow
Jamie
like the nets(Swish)
That hoe she my pet
Cook the drip ain’t nothing new
I fuck these bitches by the two(Uh uh)
drill you like a screw
Bring the gang it
Let me start by saying, that I have come to slay them
All these agents in this matrix keep playing
But when my tongue starts laying vocal tracks it's
You know my style I'm sipping on the finest whisky
I'm a G I move units but l never sign with 50
Never trusted niggas no new homies at all
I know JR
seconds for fifty bands
Tight on you hoes like span
Wait for my next one to land
Building a castle by sand
I am too black to get tanned
My shit always
just the master piece
I won't be defeated by the voice that sits inside of me
Please
Kids
Don't fucking idle me
Where'd you get the recipe
Well CMC
You know my style I'm sipping on the finest whisky
I'm a G I move units but l never sign with 50
Never trusted niggas no new homies at all
I know JR
enough to fit a city block
Im sure you got like 50 thoughts poisoning your soul
Im tripping hard in the woods like it's 2 thousand and way back
I got 50 guys but a couple of G's
Sometimes I think is it worth the squeeze
Man I can’t get by on the music streams
I work night and day to achieve my
misses and then
Give you the head like Ellen
Degeneres licking a les’
Picture the rap game getting fucked in
The ass by it’s alcoholic dad
With the same
also shy
Let me tell me you bout your boy baby i’m 35 i got a brand new hair cut cost me a hundred and fifty put it on the credit card pretty nifty yeah,
than my hoes, I need a real bitch
And Yay the only nigga that I trust, we standing twelve to six
Last check got paid for fifty plus the ice, I should
I blame it on the new money
And I ain’t stopping until I drive a Bugatti
We on the road stacking more money than before
Bitches say I’m sexy told her
I can't trust nobody so I stay in my own lane
Got a new girl and she so fine (Hey)
Girl, go roll some weed, baby, ease your mind
She like, "Why you
you a fool with it
I come through in some real Coupe-ish
Transparent, see right through it
And oh yeah! And this that new shit
L-O, and bitch I do
ham
Got that old money flow, that Anna Nicole
Just hopped out a cake, bitch I'm Marilyn Monroe
Co Co Loco, by the end of the night
Splash that venom
Bar
Damn I'm always sharp man, accurate, sharp-shooter, marksman
Running through New York air painted like Al Sharpton
And sing, my guns be black
With fifty-thousand events crammed into it?
In other words, uh, uh, really
Time is only experienced by the
Events which occur within it
that shit with
Man about murder and mystery (LIARS)
Man ain't up on that strip
Got manaman purchasing 50s
I was on a ban, now I'm off a ban
So
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