Lyrics:
Going hard in the paint
Ain't looking like a saint
When I let the draco blast off in his face
Blast off when I took Jimmy Neutron's place
Up in
the law
She sit on my lap like a guitar
'Bout to catch a body I'm above the law
I thought if I did this shit right my life might get better
We ain't got
That's not a toy, hey, wait a minute
Don't fuck around, homie, you can lose an eye with it
That's my double blade razor whip chop jimmy
And it's mine,
sit in the carport
Talk shit and get fatter
It's just another lawn chair high
People rollin' by, "hi"
Look here, don't die
Well it's just another
Some get caught in my style like a net
They can't get out, so I treat em like a pet
Sit boy, down boy, don't bite me yet
I bet you're kind of hungry,
a kiss
So yo, so I blend in the mix
Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick
Eight and a half on the dope, ask Dominican Rich
Winning and rich
Baby sit it on my face can you make it giggle
She a pretty penny but she cannot get a Nickel
Cannot fall in love momma told me y'all are fickle
Jim
need, all they want (yeah, uh-uh, uh, yeah)
Take it from me, no, you can't, no, you don't (uh, look)
Nigga, money on my mind more than half the time
yo, they'll cry out "Bo"
I don't like a cop, I don't sell a rock
But still the kanga's clock me, after a show
Standing on the stage and we're pouring
the face of our countries blackened
By the hot breath of anybody's bomb
You know, they tell me that over there, you don't believe in a God
But though
the face of our countries blackened
By the hot breath of anybody's bomb
You know, they tell me that over there, you don't believe in a God
But though
yo, they'll cry out "Bo"
I don't like a cop, I don't sell a rock
But still the kanga's clock me, after a show
Standing on the stage and we're pouring
That's not a toy, hey, wait a minute
Don't fuck around, homie, you can lose an eye with it
That's my double blade razor whip chop jimmy
And it's mine,
you know why I can't sit by and refuse my glory
Listen
The story is untold so listen closely
Heard the story of my dad died I hope he didn't suffer
a nigga turned Blood, I came out the blue
They like, "Damn who's Drake, where's wheelchair Jimmy at?"
On my Chris Brown shit, I'm still here, gimme that
tell by my tone im different
Cold heart but it ain't even winter
I'm a playa I don't do no simping yeah
Feel like I'm pikachu
Call the bros we can show
goats might change my name an go by Billy
I'm the same person in real life i swear y'all only rich on laptops
Don't bother barking bitch just bite heard
on Jimmy Fallon
I just got back from the Islands
I took my daddy to Cancun
Then we went to the Bahamas
He had all they baby momma's
I had all they momma
the green light to die (sure does)
I used to sit low with my 64, with my pistol on my hip, yo
Gettin' hypno'
Tires by the Cisco, I would sip slow, 'til I
Yo this is flavor for the non believes
Sit back take a seat and don't forget to pass the weed
And by the way this is all the way live
wear a red suit
And I top it all off with my big black boots
F your black boots, man, I got Jimmy Choos
And I got a Lamborghini, just kiddin'
I got two
at Jimmy's house, I'm too high to drive I call my ride no one can get me now?
I'm so in and out I wanna stop for in and out my phone is calling in and out I
sit back and vibe w/this true shit
well i be arrangin' thoughts in my brain cell family
embarking on incredible creative routes
sit back and vibe w/this true shit
well i be arrangin' thoughts in my brain cell family
embarking on incredible creative routes
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