Lyrics:
I just bagged a half a brick by eye
Now I'm just twiddling my thumbs
Jakes try question me about a headshot bro
I was sitting in the sun
I was
it the wrong way
When they hear me talking About
Hustle this hustle that
Know what I’m saying
Get money, by any means
Know what I’m saying
Guns
Murder
back down sets
Ask about me, do your background check
40th guns revolve around history
40 wolves or a unsolved mystery
Give your corner caution, I go
to send a blitz
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Speedin' past the jakes, we don't put no foot on the brakes
Got my finger in her kitty, and her kitty like a lake
the grand prize
I'm entranced by your looks, come and give the Shady franchise a push
You can get it in a can like some Anheuser Busch
Jeans too small,
ass in the clouds (boom, boom)
I graduated from drive-bys (yeah)
When I'm on your car, ain't no stoppin' at stop signs (boom, boom)
I'm layin' low
then you don't know me
Yesterday, I put my hands on my head
As I looked to the sky
Yesterday, I never realised how
Much time flew by, yesterday
Ten
Demi Moore
Ghost, vanished, most motherfuckers don't know I'm half spanish
Hazardous lyrical tactics, pinned to the mattress like canvas
Get your ass
real, I gotta go quick
Fuck your friends, she aint shit
Ride out, sit inside, that big bitch boostin' Ricky Owens
Tell that bitch to suck my dick, she
of Jordans
Like I'm Michael Jordan
Ironic copy with your wife and scoring
Iconic nigga in that blackened Bentley
And shout out to your bitch
I fucked by
You ball watching from the bleachers
Middle finger to the teachers
That said I'm never gon be shit
You hatin cause yo kids
Wanna get on the remix
I said that I'mma ride for my motherfuckin' nigga
Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger
I've been grindin outside all day with my
I said that I'mma ride for my motherfuckin' hitta
Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger
I've been grindin outside all day with my
This ain't chess or checkers, it's Pharrell Louis (it's Pharrell Louis)
He really love you, he'll mail it to you, keep your eyes open (he'll mail it
the wrong guy
To get your shit mixed with it's my issue
I'm trynna put a silver spoon in my son's mouth
But that's my issue
My feet don't get stuck in
floating in the S.E., now let's see
Half of y'all niggas built your vine from my stress tree
Faggots, homos, yo, my flavor liver than adobo
Stay militant
Eh-yo, eh-yo
9th Prince, attack like Greg Valentine
With a sledgehammer, figure 4 bodyslammer
Decrease ya stamina, verbal heart damager
I'm half
Face the serpent, I blaze your person, you get laced for certain
Leavin' Jakes no trace to work from, close the case like curtains
I'm hurtin' heads
chemistry ain't flowing I can't be your guy
All my niggas fried box is hot as we just making sells
Ducking inna dodge
Make it by
Pills just keep me high
Bill
remembered by your son, uh, yeah
To be remembered by generations to come
You a fool
You won't be remembered by your son
Nonsense, nonsense
I said
So fuck your truce even tho we know the peace sign has an indeX finger,
This is that God feeling
I am not feigning (hell nah)
But u busy trying
And I'll be loving you forever
(You're all that I need to get by)
I used to play hard to get, like a sample on a hook
We used to play with the pots, you
Uh-uh-uh-mmm
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep that shit on Twitter
Y'all ain't lit, y'all litter
Keep that shit in your shitter
Or eat that shit,
Always keep in mind, you fall in love a thousand times
Regardless what we went through, I'm still right here by your side
Artificial homies, worse than
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