Lyrics:
to a weapon
Bitch, close your eyes, it will only take a second
If you drop dead, it will stop all that stressin
Yeah, I got the sauce, sauce like dressin'
Only
niggas its some real niggas on the block
Cause every hood got a trigga happy nigga
That don't give a fuck about puttin two in your liver
But how you figure
And the love of leaves
Light the fire with your golden smile
Linger in a dream
He smiles and pours from a wooden cup
A million stories in each little drop
the obvious when nigga's hoping you fall
When I drop this hot shit, you'll get your wish after all, Fucker
Quick on the draw, itching to brawl, give me the ball
spazzing I go so fast on
The track that I'm overlapping everybody it's fantastic
Y'all are gonna wanna keep your seatbelts fastened
As I draw a line
hang em all by ropes
Never put trust in yo players They always do the most
Get this paper by slice but we headed straight for the loaf yeah
Verse 2
You made it good line
I make it a hot song
You riding your man's dick
But Flex ain't drop no bombs
Time will Reveal what I'm on
Gaining weight in
tribes
Who live
Show your love, word up
Yo Word up, show your love
Show your love, word up
Yo Word up, show your love
Verse 2
I notice you
Doin your
NOT EVERYTHING GOT TO BE ABOUT YOU
NIGGAH YOU AINT NOTHING BUT AT 2
I DON’T PLAY IT BY YOUR STREET RULE
I DO EVERYTHING JUST OUTTA THE BLUE
YOU NIGGAHS
slip
That's one of you rap crews in the lip, huh?
I'm two seconds off, I'm one second lost from the six-pack
Now we put in together, we can all get that
the Three 6
40 Cal. in my draws runnin from them laws
a clip is rolled in my sock, I'm hoping that I don't fall
I'm certainly hittin corners,
game send my soul to God
I'm making mine in this game even though it's so hard
Chorus(2x)
Yo baby, guess who stopped by today? who? guess?
Your sister
Drop a sick lyric and let the fans scream and shout it
Bumpin' to the rhythm and grooving out the beat
Isn't a crime to dance along and shuffle your feet
cars (Cars)
Have to love them ratchet bitches (bitches), they get 2 Live with the Crew (Crew)
Make them pop that pussy open (open), man I feel like Uncle
you'll ever be
I'm just trynna see your awareness grow
By any memes necessary, yo
And if I don't act, it's cause I have been doing a lot of thinking
So
don't do fake
Black lives do matter
Yeah, I can relate
I'm sorry your honor for the way I behaved
I didn't mean to burn it all down
I didn’t mean to fuck
underestimated your whole crew
Take me to places I never dreamt that you could take me to
Cause right now this white child is out-creating you
And y'all feel it
on the scene changing my name to chlorine
Too mean
Hold up
She live
I'm just tryna get you to slide and if yo crew 'll ride I'mma to come through tonight
witness, don't come outside
You might get your shit pushed back tonight)
Yeah, yeah, it justifies
Nas Escobar's leavin' shit mesmerized
Mega live like
a cutie
We in this bitch tonight we bout to pour it up
Put down your problems, pick up a cup
I'm with whatever tonight
Lets get it, order more
One shot, two
Stop, drop, pop a slug out the mag
Tag, thug it out, brag, hold on to your bug out bag
When he's out on tour [?] and the drink go down
Grab your girl,
things
Hop on a jet, me you and your crew on a plane
Or hit the block at the Chinese store
Get you lo mein
Get the iced tea, and I promise girl
Drive you
in a world of you and a girl,
A few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl.
You must spread the words of the master teacher.
You die by
houses with the chandelier
Me and my crew, mad cans of beer
It's copin', live vibe, still eyes open, it's clear
Presidential suites at The Tangier
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