Lyrics:
you niggas OD
On the slick rap shit, let me slick that
I got Rollies with the gold and the knickknacks
Crack from my knees to my six pack
Let me hit
you niggas OD
On the slick rap shit, let me slick that
I got Rollies with the gold and the knickknacks
Crack from my knees to my six pack
Let me hit
shit is intolerable
Livin' by principle
Starin' out over women in swimmin' suits by the pool
I'ma slide with a few
Every chance was spoiled, no
When I mix my corn with my fucking mashed
Potatoes, so what? Ho, kiss my country bumpkin ass
Missouri Southern roots, what the fuck is upper-class?
" because you're curious
Of the rap style, not heard by the usual
You bite you get damaged, but my brothers stay mutual
[parrish smith]
While I
and face it
They be calling me the MVP
But they envy me and my everything
They're calling me that guy
But it never got my pride
I'm forever by your side
We
throw all of my issues in a cup
Then I mix it up, sip it up
Same with the blessings
Boy I mix it up, sip it up
That's just how it goes on this side
More
I'm barely sober
Diamond choker, crazy, bipolar
Keep my niggas with me, I tote 'em
Never be committed, I told her
Enough with you niggas, I do not
by and I radiate
My mind went a lil crazy, gon' be this way 'till eighty-eight
Okay, it's game time
Been with this rap since I was yea high
I'm running
bitch? I steal her
Oh my whip? Plates dealer
My mix so deadly I’m breaking your speakers
Facing the reaper came back with his scythe
Hi nice to meet ya
And nothing but trap
Do nothing but rap
Shake nothing by ass
If they ask, we know trap
And nothing but trap
Got nothing but straps
Blow nothing but racks
If
The Wire with the shotty 'bout to Stringer niggas
War time, about face, I don't gotta clout chase
I don't gotta rap for nine minutes just to sound great
with some veterans
And you know we not leaving no evidence
Ouu
Slide back to back in them whips
I do not sneak when I diss
Hop on a beat and I skip
Oh
I
to people's styles
Not what they covered they backs with
Tactics of the skill impaired
No Limit to what they'll do when the green is scarce
Some be
my blessings, but I suck at math
I'd rather wallow than bask, sufferin' succotash
But the antacid, it gives my stomach gas
When I mix my corn with
That's a fact
Ride around with all this cash uh
Mix and match
This designer on my ass uh
I know they mad
And I heard they trying to rap uh
It made me laugh
a shovel
I'ma play that pick up by three while me and my Bros huddle, gathering like puddles
See drops of water, me make rap, melodramatic Attacks
So get
the bozack, E
As I sing and do my thing I might sing
Jane, or the whole shabang
But if I snap, during the course of the rap
P tap me on the back, throw
is pro-free
If only
I could do this myself but I need you
Move with my speed, we might bleed if it progresses too slowly
Hopefully it's not to late
One, two
She was only fifteen, in love with bad R&B
She had to have vision because she saw the star in me
Encouraged me to write about the drama
dilution
I'm ballin', I hit record, I'm gettin' courted by Lucian
The lord abuses the blacker culture with actors like Rapaport
They rap your chorus
I stop by the club, 'cause it ain't shit else to do it
I'm on the guest list, it's E-Swift plus two
Stepped to the bar, 'cause, it's a bad habit
of these days and it won't be long (Chef!)
Yo I'm sicker than the V12
With cracks in the Rolly jumper all we do is Drink fuckin' Drive
Real niggas raise
her and brought her some Wendy's
Know I play it cool ion never follow rules
Ima do me you do you
To tell the truth
I never fucked with you niggas gotta
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