Lyrics:
Yellowed brown stained fingertips caused by too many filterless she crushes the ashy end
Lifts the lid and drops it down in an urn she carries
Niggas Wanna Creep But You Know I Peep
Double Tap Shorty Now His Selfie On A Tee
Keep Cheese In My Robins, Shoes Cost A Thousand
Each Foot Five, Just
you claim shooters you was not banging
Bitch you had your eyes closed you was not aiming
He jumped in the warzone and he got lasered
Slowed down in
on the change
I put it all up in her mouth she say i'm sweet as a cane
I bend her down over smack her booty then I choke her like Kane
I'm in that pussy call her
you
If you down to act, we came to scrap
We beef '89
Still watch your back, a nigga smack me
I'm ma smack 'em back
If it lead to the guns
Then that be
the throne thats set in stone not blow, im not that bloke
Most people are just down for the gear
This year im bringin out my first album
So when its sold out
Listen
I wish a motherfuckin' would
Brown, I had to put my foot down
So I could pop in the clutch
Your hate palpable, your jaw full of dust
You gon'
I've been to the bottom
I've dwelled in the past
Made friends with the addicts
Was feening for cash
The first of the month
I was down on my last
Why
Build my empire off the ground, you can ask around the whole city, watch me
Started off with 12 shirts, now my order come by the thousands
Legaltrapn
make it a record, get down yo)
I take why'all niggas straight, +Beneath the Surface+
to the core, if it ain't raw its worthless
Pentab professional,
or fall I stand tall you're small in fact
Step aside, you might get fried
By the super technique that the rapper applied
As a matter of fact, the impact
Bad shorty
Big bag
Big bark
Pistol
Clown don't like me
You want me dead
When the fuck i ask you
Ass up
Bad bitch
Like it when she smack it too
How
down man I keep it by my heater
And you know that I'm waiting I gotta stay patient
Move her out the crib and say we made it
Move her out the crib
didn't take a break, my nigga, I broke
Broke my heart, broke my soul, don't cry for me though
If you don't break nothing down then it's no room to grow
I'm ready for war
Smack your shit backwards
Remember I'm raw
Mighty Godzilla
I'm tearing down walls
Keep it one thousand
Til the day that I fall
Til
anyway
And I'm gonna leave your head smack dab in the hallway
In the morning, when your daddy walks out
Ah! His foot's in your mouth, thanks
raw (work)
We just gettin' rich by any means (argh!)
I keep twenty-thousand dollars in any jeans (by any means)
Yeah, we gettin' rich by any means
it on)
Stack my money ten foot tall, now I ball above the rim (we on)
Livin' above the law, on the North with my brother Em (blocks)
Could be locked
never tell, I dwell in hell
To look at dumb old me
I guess I've got a
Foot on both fences
Can't move and sure can't jump
I guess I've got a foot on both
make sure I lay the smack down
Give me my respect or I'ma fuckin' break the glass down
Rappin in the stu, I wasn't thinkin' bout no cap and gown (Hell
out of the bowl
Then to get down with a ho
Lifestyle on camera
Hundred thousand dollar chandelier
They tried to turn me to an animal
But white
All this excess stress I can't take it
Slow that thing down, pump ya brakes kid
Why you gotta be all up in her face kid?
The ABS will get you
You ready? Yeah
You know, you know
Crack head, smack head dead body, court room
Hospital, grandma drug deal, gun tucked
Hit lick, dip out fence hop,
No 10 notes if I'm on my Jack Jones
If I'm on my Jack Jones, yeah mi haffi smack him
Right foot, left foot make man crumble
Bands come quick make
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