Lyrics:
nigga stop it
She said pour me up and I said baby just a lil bit
Im not from big apple but I still be on that drill shit
Come with me, by the sea
We can
at 7 Eleven
That slow shit, it really hit hard, but yo ima make a confession
I really be done w that shit, turn rapping into the aggression
Ding 7 7 7
a player baby I could turn up a thot
Six figure Nigga so I turn up a lot
He was talking that shit then his cousin got shot
Yeah these bitch asss niggas be
shit often
If he talk about Tre Lavish
Then you know that shit cost him
I wanna go get cake
Spend that shit all day
Windows tinted way up
Dopey
at
The man in the mirror
Questions that have
I can't even ask Siri
Fuck it I'm
Gettin aggressive
Where my gullie suit
Normally angel's
By my side
breakfast
Labels, all that, bitch give me the checks
I never thought I'd make it
By driving the Lexus
I don't pay the taxes, shit it's crazy
Nigga is, fuck
that Ruger
We put hot shit through you then we gone
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
Boy, don't let me catch you slipping, boy, boy
Boy, you know I get
that Ruger
We put hot shit through you then we gone
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
Boy, don't let me catch you slipping, boy, boy
Boy, you know I get
bus ass naked here staright jump
Bitch say how high and flag down a car when the shit drive by
I'm a pimp like pretty tone i got the info
talking shit
You best be ready to hit
I bet you wanna switch that now
I bet you wanna switch that now
I bet you wanna switch that now
I bet you wanna
hands up high
R.I.P. to Tupac
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Nigga roll that good shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high,
Let's roll
Every nigga that's here still here for a reason
They ain't here for a season
I gave em' something to believe in
Cuz the shit we deal with can
triple y'all, yeah
First this shit was mini, but now it's bigger, dawg, yeah
R.I.P. my rounds, I swear I'm missin' y'all
Every song be hard, that boy
You niggas don't even know
All that talk then no show
Cannot tell me nothin'
Show me somethin' I ain't seen before
That hoe want my piccolo
shit?
Bitch, I'm not yo' BM or no bitch that beg to see him
He say he gon' knock my head off
I'm like, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, just eat it"
Boy, you need
of a '74 Oldsmo,
There no mojo he need to get some mo do,
Cornerstore, Amaco, bought a crist to flat show,
Niggas want that wola shawty meet right by
That I fail so depressed
When I can't seem to get out
But something deep inside won't let me quit
I swear that I'm inspired by all this shit
Tell me that
indigo that's me
Nigga really almighty see the pineal gland poking
And my aura still shining all this evil keep me going
Shit making me excited wanna
nobody he dead by daylight a gain
Ima catch a body and throw that shit in a lake
Ima snatch a body and lock it up in the gate
Harvesting a body I'm Michael
all for him
I forgave you, I said it doesn't matter
I'll love you the same just don't do that shit ever
You promised, you said it will not happen
Then I
got the time
And you got so much shit to say but ain't got the spine
I could tell by they faces that they didn't expect me to
Kill 'em off, kill
Shit
Word, I'll bust that nigga ass right now
Ain't no, none of them niggas can't fuck with me
What? Nigga, you could never fuck with me, my nigga
gets.
'cause I might wind
up doing that same old cruddy shit.
Like clockin', sellin' rocks in my neighborhood.
Back cockin', buckshottin', your ass
taking women to heaven and then I take em home
I'm waking up with something twenty something fly shit
Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit
Word,
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