Lyrics:
Whiskey in the back of her dad's Silverado
With a few of her friends good beer and some bottles of Jack Daniels
We fell in love by the campfire
She stole my
Imma, Hazard to the people, oh and i'm
Finna come and break free from the chains
And then place restraints ain't braced for escape
Imma massacre
came out a Mandingo skip Sally and go straight pro
Fuck around and become the GOAT only ever stressing over free throws
I can have my pick of Jezebels
peace chains and medallion
I'mma be with Neff do it by myself
I don't give a fuck i got your girl
I'll grab her breast almost grab her ass
I ain't got too
Ring anvil for the deal we dealt us by mistake
Our angel made of steel is big enough to break
'Cause the rust is at his heel and I swear I seen him
peace, fuck all the opps, I support Malcolm X
The stack of chains is just a front
Overtaxed and underwhelming, your jeweler pulled a major stunt
I don't
Rolex, gold chain
Fuck my young niggas, XO gang
Get so drunk you forget your name
Incense, burning, smoking out to my own shit
Got black wood in my
Nine pm, cold wind, city lights matching my chain
Tired of running
Tired of tumbling
The system chasing me, as I try to escape
But I will never catch
Gerber life (Wait what)
I'm getting my bag
Forget the price tag
Surrender this bitch and put up your white flag
Chain on my neck, I can barely go carry it
pants to her knees don't take off everything
I pay for her chains staying near her cain's
Sipping on her cane I'm forgetting everything
My name Kyjuan,
missing
The front of that paper I'm listed
That money you saved I flipped it
That check that you saved I drenched it
On bitches got Remy by da fiftys
We
It's Yo Boy Chri$
Yeah
I go by Lanski now
Everybody's calling me Lanski now
I don't know what's up with that, but I like it
I'm on my way up
Coming
see me smile now my teeth are sharpened
Sharp eyes, loud cry honey meet the barkers
If you reap what you sow I'm gonn feast with harvest
Ahaa waking
When Pap talkin', stop talkin'
I was in the box with Bob Barker
I will backslap a nigga mama
Pussy niggas prayin' to see me under
Glock look like OKC
Yeah, she a girl but she call me daddy
Smokin' nothin' but the best, you can call this Cali
Half a brick on the seat, you can call that sally
A little
Yeah, she a girl but she call me daddy
Smokin' nothin' but the best, you can call this Cali
Half a brick on the seat, you can call that sally
A little
a laugh
I tell you what I like Wildings at Christmas mate
I grew up in Newport in the nineteen eighties
Hanging by the castle with all my mates
Sparking up
and make a preacher scream out Holy Shit!'
This niggas triple-six, but the reverse of it
Slaughter tracks sorta like the murders commited by Berkowitz
later on Sally went where no lady should go
But then she put her spacesuit on and flew til that glass ceiling broke
Because they broke the chains
eyes teardrops,
I've got heartaches by the pound.
Get out of my way woman,
I've got to move all alone
Get out of my way woman,
I've got to move
I holler at my dime (Take my chain)
You know about them white blocks? Yeah, I'm talking white squares
Move them by the two's, so they go by
a dagger, but I call that bitch a sword
Fucked a bitch named Sally, and I fucked her by the shore
When this shit drop, we never going poor
Tried to square up
And the fucked up part, it's happened four times before
Last time I said no more, and almost moved to Baltimore
But then I woulda been curved by Sally who sells
all
Sally May
Ima pay, when I pay
hotline blinging off the chain
What The fuck they want from me
They want with my hand out
Like I’m hitchhiking
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