Lyrics:
it on my chain, betcha ass get fried
All on IG, nigga wan' try me
See me in real life, won't walk by me
Hol' up, you ain't never seen these type
Written By: Myro M
I grew up right in them trenches
So don't ask me bout my scars
I woke up in a different country
Foreign bitches, foreign cars
He
back, get forward, get raised, get lowered
Do some extreme shit, keep from bein' bored
Now it's double up, hoes come a nickel a dozen
They get hot
the money, save the bullshit for the Q-Tips
Swag is the coolest, my bitch is the rudest
My jeweler is Jewish and my wrist is the bluest
And I get it poppin'
remember serving niggas through the got damn halls
I just put it on pause show you how to get right no cost
Youngin t'd up on the screen I'm a boss
Been by
game
Critically acclaimed, until my last day
Y'all better stand up or sit down, cause I'ma be here
Pull up a beach chair and pop you a Becks beer
game
Critically acclaimed, until my last day
Y'all better stand up or sit down, cause I'ma be here
Pull up a beach chair and pop you a Becks beer
posse.
And it's goin' down, like we always do about this time, nigga, night time.
We about to load them black trucks up. Who we got in this muthafucka
a jake on the creep down by Vicks weed spot(so what)
Made a you-ey up the hill plus a change of plans
I had to hurry back so I could warn my man
Ya
were tight like the Q-Tip in the fight
Now is you insane is your brain intact
We be official when it comes to this no B.S. rap
Here comes the lyrical,
were tight like the Q-Tip in the fight
Now is you insane is your brain intact
We be official when it comes to this no B.S. rap
Here comes the lyrical,
were tight like the Q-Tip in the fight
Now is you insane is your brain intact
We be official when it comes to this no B.S. rap
Here comes
a Player
I ain't slammin' shit, I put it easy like a fuckin' lay up
I'm gettin' to the paint, best believe that I'm from the spray em
You shootin' at my
ambulances, by the wheelchair
Dangerous action, I'm the movie, I'm the main attraction
Fuck up your front lawn with m&m's, jiffy popcorn
Piss in your
the trail, gettin' tipsy off the ale
I feel kinda swale so it's time to tip the scale
So I shall uplift this, cause rhymin' is terrific
And if I get
get up off my
A bitch is nuttin' we easily fuck it
And we possessed by the cash and these guns we bustin'...
Leave my suitcase by the car I'll bring it in in the mornin'
Stack my guitar case just inside the door
Pet the dog too tired to wag his tail
Check
that bitch get hard
357 blue tips them my same shit's
Dirty face i might dirty face
I might take sum
Pull up on em i might pull up
On em i might break
by makin' a 100 every summer
Pullin' up in the hummer can make a nigga so sick
How we constantly come up with hits and steady be gettin' fans
Is
switchin
Niggas better pay attention
Before the automatic starts spittin
Listen, Eightball be straight bubblin
Slaw ass niggas gettin broke off by my
heard, the dope style calculated by the great wait
And take just a second to get caught up in my record
new but not a kid to be worn
If something' gettin
here's a tip
If you play around The One
You can make the Groove harder, make it sound more fun
Like this
(Haha, yeah, yeah... Exactly
You're gettin
to leard
Called the cops locked his bitch up and fucked her perm
Comin straight from the A and I’m standin firm
q-tip told me i should watch my back
cuz
[Toxic]
Check this out ya dig?
You've vome to the last and final record
Toxic gettin crunk on you hoes
My nigga KX-Zilla, Steve The Guitar Man
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