Lyrics:
and Upstate touring, rapping for my peers
Rikers Island and Upstate scoring, cut Em blood gone spill
Rikers Island and Upstate mourning, cut off by Securus
ransom or
Get yo ass cancelled
Say real smoke is when a
Nigga can't come outside drop that bag
Tell em bring you back and you hog tide
Face shot, head
bitch, I still don't drink no milk
All I do is wake up get some money, then I hit the silk
I tell my bro to grab the heat, call em Jimmy B
Don't forget
A F**K WHAT HERE FRIENDS SAY
I SEND A TEXT AND TELL HER SEND NUDES
HER FRIENDS DON’T CARE IF IMA SENSIE
SO I CHOP EM BOTH DOWN AND HIT HER FRIEND TOO
get square
Wanna send their ops to grave till they get there
Sack that tell em nah i aint with it ba
When i'm on the telly Sandra Sully with the heading
here to tell em about it (let's go!)
They saying I'm outta pocket
What they gone do?
Cause nobody gone stop it
Walking with God feeling awesome
Tryna
a C
From A to B
Till the B to C
Gotta step by step
Not always win
Watch out
That enemy
Stop trolling me
Dripping
Jump ship
Tell em gimme all or nothing
to hear something
They start asking questions you can tell em you ain't hear nothin
Our party ain't a party if we ain't got no Bicardi
You won't find no la
need you to bust them shots with me
Baby girl, will you be mine
I'll take you on a shopping spree
I told that boy, don't even try
He'll be wasted by
boy, be your boy
You can treat me like a toy, like a toy
Live our life and let's enjoy
Girl you know you bring me joy, bring me joy
I just want to be
regular folks know that they're just chumps
you don't get what you want by threatening folk
you get people onboard by giving 'em hope
'cos there's world
into, And like it I’m
Well done and my boy need a bail bond from a place give a fuck bout yo age if he
Wanna gun we gon make sure we get one tell that
but really it's a gift though
All these people try to tell you how to live it by the minute
Told 'em,""Thank you for the info."" (Thanks bro)
I heard
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
Little boys and girls, they all love me
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E
And let me tell ya a story or two
About a punk-ass nigga I knew
Named
Little boys and girls, they all love me
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E
And let me tell ya a story or two
About a punk-ass nigga I knew
Named
Little boys and girls, they all love me
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E
And let me tell ya a story or two
About a punk-ass nigga I knew
Named Jack, he
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
fingers in her pussy, then
I tell her pussy, "Peace!"
It's Chuckee, she say, "Yo' name Chuckee?"
I said, "No, my name's Suck Me!"
Fuke roll 'em fat, kinda
yeah, I'll still be yours
Tat my fucking name on you, let 'em know you love (yeah) the boy, wassup?
I fondle the money, fornicate with a fortune
I
mufuckas fake I ain’t singin' to ya birds
Man I’m talkin' to the boys that will ride or die
Boys where a phone call will make em slide up
The boys where they
ain't no savage
All in for em cause they my family
Real recognize real and baby you ain't standing
I hear you talkin shit lil boy but we still winnin
You
never need to explain it, boy, they gon know why
I got the team all behind me, I keep ‘em close by
I'ma go off, let ‘em know there's no loss
Run it up
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