Lyrics:
changed my mind, now I'm back on this grind
Trying to get this change
Niggas hate to see me getting it
Travelling packs with a red dot
Boy, it ain't
"what's
The purpose of this task?"
Someone smiled at her child
And she said "this is a trial
It's a test and the best will
Be judged by all the rest
Now my
and form it
You an informant
As in you know about me
You informing the people
You scorn it
Aren't you bored yet?
To get that clout all these fakers
to get by
So she reaches for her purse, grab the bag and the needle
Tie a sock her arm and start shooting up the diesel
Had a flesh back, screwing some
a slap
They tell me to rap
I'll give it on track
Gimme a minute and I'll give 'em a laugh
Stand up quick, my head gon' blast
You keep talking shit, going
wig cooked when I'm done
{Lil Wayne}
now hold up be -Geezy, what seems to be the blood clot?
is it enough for me to go shoot up them drug
to get by
So she reaches for her purse, grab the bag and the needle
Tie a sock her arm and start shooting up the diesel
Had a flesh back, screwing some
my sock
I got the white I got the green
I got the cleanest rock
I got it right with two fifteens
I make them speakers knock
All way down Washington
these hits
Feels like I'm running track
MISSY told me
We gone be Jst fine
Ain't no going back
Lock in gotta do it now
Don't let yo moment pass
Way up
and mixin')
[Verse 2]
I been around the world and back, and got nuttin' to show for it
By now, I thought I would've explode to bits
Huh, but it's been
What's up, Boat?
Ayy, ayy
(ShittyBoyz)
Track two's got me euro-steppin' like I'm ball playin'
If it's smoke, we gon' send some shots and leave
black blades, lightsabers call me Anakin
Music, money, paigons, education, fam' I handle it
I try so hard in my tracks to give a message
But it's
Prada at?
I done blew a lot of money, got it back
Full of hate 'cause they not on track
My niggas
Scraping them polish, chasing them dollars
We all
the compound with a shank, two locks in a sock (sock)
Niggas stole my style, but now I'm back (I'm back), that shit finna flop (it's over)
the wood on the track (Snack)
Call me AC/DC cause I'm straight up back in black
She bite it and nippy and she trash (Blah)
Contact name is "biter" yeah we
wig cooked when I'm done
{Lil Wayne}
now hold up be -Geezy, what seems to be the blood clot?
is it enough for me to go shoot up them drug
work
Don't you know by now that it's movement first
Cause we really out here tryna kill every curse
And let's start with the one that Drake made first
Shut the fuck up, probably mean that you too shook to do it
We'd see two pennies to your name, yet you so saucy
When I fix this game you can (Thank Me
I fly, I fly, I fly
One, two, three, four, five
Bitch I fly (Bitch I fly), too fast I see time passing by (By)
Get my money up, I count like one,
your last stop
This is my plot
Ima rise in stock
This track is banging watts
Knock em out of their socks
Ima put them on the spot
Their heads gonna bop
were high by 7:25
And by 2:10 it wore off and they were boutta to die
Heard em say I hate being bipolar it's awesome
Monacellis green shirts making
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
don't reminisce
I ain't getting sentimental
They say good things come in pairs, me I think it's coincidental
We eating on the track, break the fast I'm
socks
Banksy bitches, Basquiat
I ran through that buck fifty Live Nation fronted me
They workin' on another deal, they talkin' two hundred fifty
I'm
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