Lyrics:
Got damn this shit is real
Pull up, hop out, fresh fade, my own J's
Niggas talkin' spring water
These niggas lookin' so thirsty uhh
White chokes Band'll
That's they gave my nigga Corey life
Another row my nigga can't speak so
The story's never told
I'm a break it down to you episode by episode
See my uncle
of the bottle
Got a little sand up in the sheets
I wonder what that girl from spring break's doin' now
Is she back in Alabama, two kids and a house?
sing
Way she throwing that ass, know she could break box springs
Stand up and respect me son
Stand up and respect me son
Stand up and respect me son
come up short with my money and for sure I'll kick yo ass bitch (You should be here) bitch You fuckin wit dem other niggaz but you know you love a nigga
90 degrees
I took her home and met the homeboys
Before gettin' bored we'll avoid the noid
Went to Opa Locka, jumped in Luke's jet
To the Bahamas
only get low and I never fumble
Make ya throw ya hands up when I break in the zone
So if it's on it's on, shit I'm taking you home
I got my own
but had the same struggles
We grind lil nigga this off the muscle
You play and you lay the graves we dug em'
Once I up it an bust it ain leavin' no
payin' homage
You know what's up
I'm takin' the league by a storm
Like Giannis for the Bucks, ah
Yo, prepare for the massacre
Kill the driver and killl
From the very start
AP, stand up
And listen
The prodigal son
Has returned hard, yeah
This By Faith brother
Now knows his part, yeah
A young minnow
Has
it came like that
If sex was football, I'd be a runningback
I can only get low and I never fumble
Make ya throw ya hands up when I break in the zone
it came like that
If sex was football, I'd be a runningback
I can only get low and I never fumble
Make ya throw ya hands up when I break in the zone
spring break
Wake and bake and we at it again
We live it up for the weekend
(Hey)
Backwoods looking like Panama City
A bunch of jacked up trucks
got his first car
Between him and Luke, arm to arm
Chocolate milk and a candy bar
Sometimes I drive by Dawn Drive and wave to the kid I was when we
With no mic on, Krakow's spring's amplified (Krakow's amplified)
The squares are fillin' up and rhythm's flowin' through
If winters had you down, let
I keep my head up in the storm
Keep a coat on, luke-warm
And I ride around with two Glocks like Jason Bourne
And I never want to let you go
Never
I'm here to hunt, so I'm about to spring the trap
(Spring the trap, yuh, spring the trap, yuh)
See johnny law, then I might stab him in the back
some noise
Spring break y'all
Kings of the pussy, pounding on brewskies
Banging chicks right there in the sand
Bros before hoes and chicks with no
some noise
Spring break y'all
Kings of the pussy, pounding on brewskies
Banging chicks right there in the sand
Bros before hoes and chicks with no
stocking
Nothing but long days short breaks and court dates
But It's all outshined by the fire that we're dropping
Still would be true if we were wanted in
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
the chill
And he said he heard the angels singing 'Cabin on the Hill'
Through the springtime he was groaning 'The good times are past and gone'
By
play
King James mentality, like
"Fuck what coach Luke say"
That's luke warm, can't switch up
Like I'm R kel, new form
I'm too consistent, never
Woke Up
I woke up
I woke up
I woke up
I woke up
Woke up, woke up
I Wont Go
Wont go, wont go
Woke up like pray
I stir up that blessing by pray
Oh
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