Lyrics:
a .38, praying that they come my way
.32's, .25's and .40's, conceived in the 90's
Born in the Noughties, cover these tats' when I'm going on walkies
No
Spend right now it ain't shit to take a day trip
Bully got the racks get you killed for some paper
Remember I got caught, in Solo
40 Glock with a dick, no
wasn't hard to hit
I don't switch up on my niggas
I put switches on my sticks
I know that these niggas rats
So I be by myself on licks niggas gay
They
up your mind in this or
In time you'll be confined
Re rewind and fly within you
Can't deny your bliss
Forty seven sentences elect
The missing
Ay Rocky, this wavy grah grah grah
Really demons
Hop out the v and we get to squeezin'
I got some shooters that's really feinin'
How they gon' spin
more of a, better man yeah
clmost back at home of the road stop at bread of life
Shorty hit my phone tell me she can't go to bed at night without me
forty acres to live and a Maserati
And expand from sellin' grams
In my building lobby
Know good kids that grew up to catch bodies
Inspired by Big Meech
of prostitutes
I walk with my dog
I call the bitch Marmaduke
(I walk with that dog)
That 40 make him do a flip like Jeff Hardy do
(Oh yeah) we hit him up like Lil'
for the better
cnd just remember that even if you miss the star you can also hit the moon my nigga that's my word
Hook:
I'm so parallel
and never saw a tick
None like me, in whatever sport, it is
Tryna sign me, give me effort for a hit
Maverick Seizure doing edits on the pic
Going stupid,
gotta ask if my killy gon' complete the mission, he dead if he catch 'em (boom, boom, boom)
.762s, .556s, 308, he on a stretcher
By myself, I'll spin in
moved shop down there by leman
Do you remember at the room hoes caughting semen
Do you remember I busted two with the green eye demon
yeah nigga I
and still we never turn the heat on.
prefer to put a beat on and warm up
by rapping and drinking and tapping minds thinking rhyming
couldn't get this good if
travel the ground
I watch from the balcony, this is a busy town
I kinda like Miami, I might lock it down
My girl with me, she cook better than Mr. Chows
what
Well you can suck my dick, you can thank a nigga when
Cause we gone bring it to your ass fa sho what, huh
[Rasheed]
Uh 59 I-10, forty five
Six
shiver, like the coldest rap, when the money is delivered.
(Equipto)
Nigga..hah! swisha! I hit the weed, kick the beat, equipto to the nicky T, history
bands on my hip (ooh, yeah)
Blowin' all these bands and you strip
I just walked to Gucci, bought that brand new bag (ooh, yeah)
Put my .40 in it,
to slang one-forty pebs to kill disease
Get them birds on the arm
I had them gone by the week
Jam told me I should rap like them man
My nigga
Them niggas rap
that they come my way
.32's, .25's and .40's, conceived in the 90's
Born in the Noughties, cover these tats' when I'm going on walkies
No porkies,
Serious man, your fucking' missus is nuts
My missus is nuts an' all
She rings me at least forty times a day
Serious
I seen you last night, you
down in the streets, getting paid
I'm still gon work the block, and make it bleed all day
I'm still gon hit the studio, and spit these flames
Look I
That we never gon' stop and we never gon' fade
Twiztid in this bitch with the juggalo serande
Vampire, serial killa with an axe
I'm a maniac
Scarin'
down in the streets, getting paid
I'm still gon work the block, and make it bleed all day
I'm still gon hit the studio, and spit these flames
Look I
a neechie go stupid and dumb cuz that's how we do where I'm from
No, no, I don't live by the gun but yet I still love to shotgun
Like Metro don't trust you,
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