Lyrics:
and my diamonds blue
Keep a dime chick like 5 times 2
I be killin these haters when
I slide by through
Like a drive by do in a sky dive coop
Flyin,
Better get it right we ain't fly by night
Here to stay
I ain't got no gripe & I rep my side
Tell 'em baby
Yeah I'm feelin right this is more than hype
would not, no reward
Class by myself but I am not no schoolboy
I'm not a momma's boy but I am my momma's boy
For her, I would gladly go nuts, that's my
boy
so keep your mind on your business
the streets don't love you naw
so keep your game legit
she say she love you for life
you gettin cash by the K
she
on the run evils deeds yeah I'm the one
I hit the back job got the front golden eye a golden gun
You said you really want the clout charge em up and get him
pressured by them T boys
318 baby Taye, not from the sip I'm from the T boy
Ain't have to be a gangsta to put my Lockett on the streets boy
I know I'ma
boy
You is not this
I tell em' smoke some
Weed with a motherfucking
Hot bitch
If you got some ass
Then babygirl better drop it
If you got some cash
Then
,
Or i hop in the coupe and take off the brains for em,
Tell the boys to back up,
I’m wit the gang and you know that they all strapped up,
He talkin
It's your boy Yo Gotti, gyeah!
Gucci Mane La Flare
My nigga Ralph in here
Zaytoven on the beat, nigga
And it's a street-nigga holiday
My Nigga
tell 'em naw
Cause I got to get money up in my anatomy
Naturally, and I gotta be gradually happy to holla
At somebody when they speak and they might
I just get into the booth and SHELL
More time all I ever do is SHELL
I get em’ gassed anytime I SHELL
Them man are aite by them man don’t SHELL
I
to the suite and tell 'em to fall through (threw)
And tell that nigga ESG and Paul Wall too
I know Bun did had been fun wit them freaks, yeah (yeaaaaa)
Do it
nigga Slim Thug they mean what they do
Say the black one a slut but the red would cut too (too)
Give 'em number to the suite and tell 'em to fall through
to the suite and tell 'em to fall through (threw)
And tell that nigga ESG and Paul Wall too
I know Bun did had been fun wit them freaks, yeah (yeaaaaa)
Do it
cause he black
But he cant keep a job so he sells this or that
For the madness of money tell me who fault is that (Who's fault)
Everywhere fully loaded
blessed
I need mo’, feel it in my chest
So what’s next?
Should I go visit a specialist tell em to gimme some meds? For my, head
Maybe a solid neurologist
to do I'ma let 'em call
My white boy sling the rock he look like Jared Goff
I ain't by myself you know I do it by committee
Hammer on the side when I be
to what they say
Imma see you in a minute son
Haters on me tell em give it up
You ain't listen to what I be spitting cuz
My team we got heavy hitters
town
I be fucking shit up in my old home town
If they moving kind of sus, I got to put 'em in the pound
And boy, I'm running out of gas, I got to pick
we do you cant tell em what go on
She aint got no panties just VLONE yeah
Hate when they love for designer
Real is rare
You gotta know how to find em
'em all when they try to kill my vibe!
I am the bad, the good God, the last the hood got
The last that would try to pass a good job
If Shawn's
at a Claire's by the way that I pierce shit I leave a hole in niggas
I told dem boy I was up when they see that shit happen I tell em I told them niggas
Real deal
play with the big boys, toys bringin that weak shit
Before the battle I hit em off with fat, ladies latest release on cassette
They were done
back in the kitchen
But if we were going by those rules
Get a job
Get a life
Yeah you look like fools
And when feminists see the prejudice
That some men
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