Lyrics:
terrified once again
By a roar of immense laughter. . .
Ho! ho! ho!
Which seems to be rumbling up
From the very depths of the cave
In which he has hidden
I pour a pint of wok in my fanta
Servin the junkies da hannah montana
I whip up da dope whip da arm & hammer
My shooter dey run up and shoot u
'm not a runner
You can shoot this fade
Or get shot in your face
When you step in my way
It could be your last day
That boy from Atlanta
I swear he
the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up to me
There's still crime in the city
But it's good to be free
Now I
took the law in my hands
So here I am in the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up to me
There's
Hannah Montana
It's pure and ripe I cut a piece off to serve like a sliced banana
I used to wrap my Glock to go ride in a red Bandana
Eyes red in an all
the booty free he ain't
Even gotta tip her
Heard she suck good cause she
Could hook a steak up
Been with every nigga that done
Played for the Lakers
I may
Tropicana
Fuck with the count
Get popped like a Fanta
Talk my shit like I'm Tony Montana
Nobody's perfect
Hannah Montana
Tell a bitch
Wipe me down with
(Rave, rave, rave)
Red light, stopped in my brain but I don't miss ya (I don't miss ya)
A whole lot of drink, I pouring up by the pitcher (by
cannot buy
Hannah Montana, you switch up a little much
Superman problems
I’m helping out everyone
Graceful as hell
Start to feel like a Pegasus
Manifest
not
Maybe not that one
I was doing a show recently on the border of, uh, Hannah Montana and South Dakota Fanning
And after the show
After
though we gotta take this L
Tell my family that I wish them well
Bro said shhh don't say another
Could be cid that's undercover
Then he screamed what
for"
Then she started runnin and almost got away
With no clothes I gave chase, makin sure she'd pay
Now she passed by my boy and I knew he was strapped
Like tony Montana
I'm all good by myself
Pure energy
I don't need no Hannah Montana
Dem left me when I needed dem the most
I get Joker energy
Their
Or could be canned
Rum by the kettle drum
Whiskey by the jar
At Liar's Bar
Well living with a lying man
Could never really hurt
But living
I?m not tryna ? (ooh) be superstitious
I?m not asking for a mystical civil society,
That would just be too ? Ooh hoe hoe hoe factitious
And I ain?t
took the law in my hands
So here I am in the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up to me
There's
First thing we do is put that on the docket
The difference tween Hannah and Tony Montana
They act as if God do not move through these rappers
I'm good
outside in the damn rain
No one giving us a ride to the damn stage
I'd rather die by God then take the damn hate
Nobody even knows who you are man
But Imma,
nothin' to something
So I can't blame niggas for doubting
I got the trap jumpin' again, like when Future came out
With Hannah Montana I'm wylin'
When you
able-bodied, cis, hetero and white
I’m starting to think this lord of yours is overrated,
If he made you in his image, must’ve been real inebriated
You can’t
favorite rappers do (Ya dig)
I be fucking bitches in my five star condo by my five star
Yeah gripping her no handle
old blonde head bitch call her Hannah
day by day and night by night cause' I really got some plans
Ben Frank is my best buddy
He sipping on fake muddy
I'm too high walk on the moon
But I
looks like glass.
Oh there goes your bobber, he tossed me in the water.
Seeing Hannah by his side, imagining their daughter.
I know you’d be a great man,
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