Lyrics:
Once again, DJ Ill Will
You already know what it is
Getting this dope shit right now
Featuring Jay Rock
Y'all know you've been waiting on this
Come
early in the mornin'
It had to be about seven or eight 'cause if I was there
I would have put the fuckin' tec in yo face and
Sent yo bitch ass where
to grab weapons
I heat scenes like a desert for the 9-7
Ruck and Rock loaned me the glock to buck shots at the reverand
To clear minds, we about to rush
bitch right to brunch
Like fuck nigga, like can you leave me 'lone?
Made a million by myself, yeah that be my song
Like yeah I rock designer when I'm
Feel this composition, it's a brand new dub
First thing I did, was went to the pub
Tequila with worm, lemon, salt, and no rocks
Cause when it hits my
Feel this composition, it's a brand new dub
First thing I did, was went to the pub
Tequila with worm, lemon, salt, and no rocks
Cause when it hits my
Bitch, i got one two three mamis searching for the four-five
Six seven eight blunts i puff to get on cloud nine
Einie-mini, miney-mo, if she's coming, will
out sheddin tattooed tears
Now, Rock-a-bye baby, I'm thugged out and so crazy
Don't want to hurt a soul nigga, so don't make me
I got a dream to see my
by the look got these niggas shook
I'm a vet and you steady rook
Posted on the scene, sippin' lean
That promethazine sippin' on codeine
Play with Jesus
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
grave comme les gens, plus tu les bois, plus ça devient alléchant
Oh, mets du X dans ma tête, mets du
Oh, ça fait "bye, by-bye, bye"
Oh, mets du X
nigga, ayy
An imaginary rich nigga, ayy
Seven figures hold that slimmer than my bitch figure, ayy
Goin' digital and physical on all y'all, ayy
Bunch
my notes, Wayne)
Certified goon
(yeah) , the lock's on standby (What up)
I just need a couple real
Niggas I can stand by (yeah, C-M-B)
A bad bitch with
That's why your bitch want to be next to me
We sell a little bit of everything
I put the two mags up to
Your durag and rock-a-bye baby
I'm in the blue Jag
Meant to be poppin by now
Have about a hundred grand mm mm
Limited time tick
No time for a trick
Dm'd by an IG scam
Told that guy to suck my dick
Cruising
the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' these cold streets
Don't we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate
And if Game told me, "Drive by it," I
deff)
Get money Ova flowin boss bitch what's up
Don't give me a short summa
I got the whole damn year
Temp tag on Maserati is a boss bitch year
You
rocks
Santa let me take you to my favorite spot
(Where you gonna take him?)
(Girl where did you take him? Bitch please tell me where you took Santa.)
Pull up and I got a stick, yeah
I'm makin' an opp bitch cry (yuh yuh)
Yeah, keep on talkin' that talk, yeah
You finna have to say bye (bye bye)
They
times for my 4 5
Gotta keep it by my side
6 deep when we ride
7 in the morning
Gotta get up and get right cause tonight's the night we die
Bye bye
to boulders, stacked a few of those G's
My bitch was the check, my set was the year
[E-40]
A nigga had hills, meals
And about eleven thousand dollars worth
Just to watch you veg
Me and Ryan Gosling got somethin' in common
We both fly as fuck and rock with the Mormons
She wormin' that shit with that shit in
ways
I didnt come the play
I came the slay the game
Put that R E S P E C T, back on My fucking name
Bitch bye
Slip and slide
Ride my wave
Enjoy
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
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