Then Come Outside
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Shout out my niggas Y’all niggas know I’m the goat Shout out my niggas I don’t give a f*ck I’m cold Lemme stop playing with y’all real quick (la da la da, la da da) (Aye, aye) (Hwauh!) What you know bout trapping outta mini vans Niggas is my sons Y’all inherit all my Benjamin’s damn Niggas playing pussy Never been a fan All my bills blue I guess I’m Crippin' out my wallet man I been valid since I slid out the womb Bitch you better come correct If I ain’t talking to you Feel like Frost I’m Meliodas When I’m stuck in the booth A deadly nigga on the beat I’m only telling the truth What’s in ya wallet? I only cap-to-one of these hoes My credit good So I’ll only “Capital One” these hoes (I mean like uhh) I don’t beef with niggas in my city Cause the Uber would be cheaper If you was just riding with me (Nah mean?) That’s lady London for you, I like Leshurr I rock iced out duey’s and a coat with the fur I'm a Cam’Ron baby Y’all niggas don’t phase me Brooklyn baller, momma raised in the 80’s I brag more than a Russ album I talk money too much I need some more power If I go Ghost you know I always keep a Tommy on me But every nigga got a Angie that would opp on em’ And that’s the truth, nigga I don’t go to the clubs I got a fantasy I’m working on that’s making me bucks Too many niggas making music cause this shit is "The Wave” I hope they drown because my drip is way too much to contain My nigga I’m too reckless, I hate rules I went from sleeping on the street to waterbeds and pool All my brothers toting pistols All I got is a ball point Writing lyrics to the bangers having mommas go YEAH BOY Imma shot caller, Don Dotta how the story goes And beat the pussy up until I’m getting to the glory road nasty nigga, always and forever babe Beat the pussy up my name is jerry, You a tommy fake Please, let me count my stacks and catch a body Took a break from music, now a nigga wanna try me I been working harder than these niggas, I'm retired Y'all want a nigga back to "Shake It Up" for everybody This ain't Disney Channel nigga, I lay damage like a wrecking ball (Jordan is a liar) Bitch I'm valid more than all of ya'll Niggas playing pussy, Focused on it like some Adderall Nigga I will find you and spray bullets at ya momma's house Please, Why these niggas playing with my paper Like I won't pull up on em', let the choppa fucking fade em' Crown Heights baller and a east side killer Born in the islands, Raised up to count figures man Who the fucking king of the industry, that's me Jhé-kwon killing rappers with guillotines, rest in peace Niggas claiming that they valid, But they google their bars I was only 8 years old rapping like I'm Lamar Two-Tone Silk, Gucci on my belt. Shawty on my line, In a Loui Dress Bando Baby come up out the mud Rich never broke, Flex on em like a stud Leopard mink cold on that Z fit (aye) Water dripping rolley on my right wrist (aye) Niggas know I pull- (f*ck ha ha) I really killed this shit man (Aye let's do this shit again man)
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