Lyrics:
No O2 baby girl I need a breather
Back to the top, boy I upped my swagger
She a lil freaky, boy that don't matter
Drugs in the morning
Cigarettes for
And I got Celine baby (Celine yeah uh)
Yeah, brand new blings baby
(Huh yeah, slatt slatt)
With my team, baby (yeah, yeah uh slatt)
I'm with the team
the projects
Please don't make me catch a body
Please don't make me catch a body
All white, Yo Gotti
I heard some niggas was tryna rob me
Please don't make me
up you gotta live yo life by the gun
But it is what it is and it's gone come how it come
Bad news
Hate to let my family know the bad news
Cause when
Lil' hoes you went to school with, boo-boo
Baby mama and your new bitch, boo-boo
We was in the hood, fourteen with the deuce-deuce
Fourteen years
more getting high at night in alley way
Thanks for listening to Franks lil drug story
And lesson learned drugs ain't worth it they will make you frail
and please send me a brand new car
And a prostitute while my wife's sick in the hospital"
Preacher, preacher, fifth grade teacher
You can't reach me, my mom
and please send me a brand new car
And a prostitute while my wife's sick in the hospital"
Preacher, preacher, fifth grade teacher
You can't reach me, my mom
Friday night, getting bent, lick a poem
My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl
In the stomach, he robbin niggaz who pumpin
Lil' blood got
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
night
And I knew everything was gonna be alright
Yeah baby you was like a kite
Flying high above
Taking me to new heights
When I'm with you feels like I'm
of drugs and it be like that
I done ran out of faith and it be like that
Hit many times and it be like that
Bled for the gang and it be like that
I died
we know is, cash, drugs and bitches, we get real fly
Only count by sevens, if I don't like her, she still mine
I don't do no coke, my big shot dirty, I
thats on the news
Im the drug controlling you
Middle of the night
When I saw a Dead Body
Shoot a dope feen
Getting high in the alley
Cops chasing
Thru
in choppa sand them glocks in case they try to go war wit me
Gotta make it home ywa you know I got me a family to feed
Rob some niggas I ain't want
A's hat
Let niggas know that I rep the Bay
Lil B, shout out to LA
New jacker, man that shit's forreal
Playing talks man, we never take that back
All
shawty, why I'm shirtless
They brand new mama, this ain't workin'
Get in my bag, call me Lil' Glokk Birkin
Don't be shy, this Draco make her nervous
me Sunday dinner
My niggas rob and drug deal, some grave diggers
He ain't shot shit but talks it, one lame driller (lame)
I know labels don't want
Could've bought a new gun, what I spent on my charm
I get cheese by the pound, this is not Parmesan
I'm smokin' broccoli, countin' up lettuce
In love with
I been on the road wit some killas
All about the money
So I keep a couple drug dealers
Big face Rollie on my wrist
New baguettes in it
Something like
top from these whores out here cause they be broke as shit
All I gotta do is send a lil money the next thing that you know she eating my dick
Niggahs
on cell
919-520-1891
Story just begun
You still got time to be your hometown hero
Still tryna save me lil cousin in New York
Who ain't got no food in
nonstop
I don't want no pottymouf
Damn it made me insane
Man it made me depressed
Say it to my face, nigga say it with your chest
Scotty Rob got the blick
it boom like a KRK
I love the drugs do this shit on my day to day
Rob wit a glock had to take that bull life away
They know a lil coke he a gangsta in
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