Lyrics:
I'm gone on a hunt
If bro down bad, Send the work like a punt
Hadda roll me a jay, I ain't rolling no blunts
Got bags of da za, Come pay what I want
in the night
Silence in the room
Check
I sleep for many hours, once I hit my bed, I'm gone
But when I'm risen from my rest, my head is spinning; need
make, everybody strip
Everybody get [gun cocked], the fuck down, this a brrrp, stick up
But I don't want no money, I want your (burp) liquor
I'm
you to get there
Holy shit when I’m at my
Thing, standing on a mattress
I’m flapping it
You know that I’m bouncing up and down
Shit, do you know what’s
[Intro]
I love this song
Give it to me
Tre David
DcM
[Pre-Chorus]
I don't really got much to do so I'm tryna get high
I don't got much to do so I
vibe
Mane stop wit the cap you ain’t really that guy
Smoking this cake cause the game is my bride
3x3 you get hit wit 9
I’m gone off a puff i’m blowing
When I returned an hour later to check on her, my darling little girl had gone down
The list and unlocked, separately, every one of the locked features
Started from the bottom with these woes
Got a key to open every door they close
You could do it by just doing what you want
Cos I did it by just
Listen, Wiley
I told them youts I'm gone again
See the Devil ain't working
No more no more "vroom my long again"
And if I smell any fire in
let's focus
Double check had to verify I'm chrome hearts certified
But I'm a G dawg had to bend it down off the Henny I laid it down
(I just do what I'm
tree. Which one you gone pick?
The dealer goes first. Everyone gets five cards. When it’s your turn, you can ask. We’re going clockwise.
If you get five
Protected by Viper
When I rock the hoop yo, you'd better decipher
In other words you'd better make a funky decision (whoo)
'cause I'm a be a Shaq knife,
of youth my mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured as the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels they was
of youth my mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured as the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels they was
of youth
My mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured
As the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels was
gone stop by
Seen Little Key and them, it was two or three of them
Standin' in the line he said "I'ma pay for me and them"
Pulled his money out,
glorify the fake and let the real ones die
They got the world moving backwards like when niggas was doing the jerk back in '09
Speeding down every dark
a referee, bitch, I'm official - Whistle
Outsiders come around my section of the city
Body full of black ink, Hoss tatted by my titty
You can see that MB shit,
to the store
I took a flight I wanted to explore
I made some racks i feel like I need more
Don’t got the key I’m kicking in the door
These niggas sleeping
Intro
Yeah, Yeah
Chorus
-why they hatin givin no hand, when they tell you they love you man
-tell you everything but the the truth fam, taking
I live my live like a champion
I'm the 3 and the 2 and the 1
Blessings ah come in abundance
Don't stop results soon come
Yaweh ah be my companion
the Chevrolet
And get it, how we get it, then I'm gettin right back out ya way
I'm in my zone so all that drama you can leave at home
Ya man can lock you down
the Chevrolet
And get it, how we get it, then I'm gettin right back out ya way
I'm in my zone so all that drama you can leave at home
Ya man can lock you down
the Chevrolet
And get it, how we get it, then I'm gettin right back out ya way
I'm in my zone so all that drama you can leave at home
Ya man can lock you down
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