Lyrics:
She got a .38 sittin in her purse
Cause my moms was the King County Jail nurse
So how in the hell could you tell Mix
That I never lived this, when you
or who I saw or
What club I went to with my homies (check it out)
Baby, don't worry, you know that you got me
Somebody told me that this planet was
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
you ever meet a thug in a by with a look eyes looking all fly
Y'all get to talking see her in a club you lock eyes real life
I could take you to the sky
check
I can tell he ain't gettin' no check
Fake diamonds all in his neck
Real commas all in my check
I be stuntin' pullin' to jet
I be turnt up in the mix
that it's not a burden, why?
Because I rap in cursive
They treat my lyrics like the Bible
The OG and the King James Version
This colloquial
My verses
Airs (check)
Mean bucket (uh huh)
Armadale in the club, couple of duckets (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, let's ride
All I need
That new coupe (got
Airs (check)
Mean bucket (uh huh)
Armadale in the club, couple of duckets (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, let's ride
All I need
That new coupe (got
shooting (shoot)
Most hated, who me?
King of my city it's got them fuming (grr)
Touch base and check this
Come in the club got your girl in my arms
Baddies
to Saginaw to Detroit
And take over in every club
Bootleg Shoetstring and the muthafuckin Backstabba
Ehh we gonna do it like this
I'm sayin what's up
Jeezy, I know you ain't gon' let this shit go down like this, nigga
I'm hearin' these niggas in the club, niggas soundin' like you, nigga
Bitin'
Jeezy, I know you ain't gon' let this shit go down like this, nigga
I'm hearin' these niggas in the club, niggas soundin' like you, nigga
Bitin'
Bankroll got the bitches bad on the pole
Pull up to the club, I let it go let it go
They call me young Quavo throw
Young Quavo throw
We get ignorant in
DJ Chill, DJ Young Sound
It's going down in the mix like this
Ayyy (ayyy)
Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yo' self
Let me see
mix the drip this shit in me
Rockstar jeans, this shit straight from the 60’s
You can’t join the Club, belter ask DJ ENVY
Straight from the 60’s
Got
to Saginaw to Detroit
And take over in every club
Bootleg, Shoestring, and the muthafuckin Backstabba
Ehh, we gonna do it like this
I'm sayin what's up
These kids just
Don't give a shit 'bout lyrics
All they wanna hear is a beat and that's it
Long as they can go to
The club and get blitzed
Pick up some
these kids, jeez
Don't give a shit bout lyrics
All they wanna hear is a beat and that's it
Long as they can go to the club and get blitzed
Pick up
to heaven
Clap for him, he made it to heaven
Checks
Checks
King of the drill
the sneaker
Don't try to put that gun up in your wig yo
Cause I can see you, Diglah, yo, check it out
Up in the club like what
You know what it is man, me
the strip club buy what
I want then I go hey
It's all these hoes and only
Me you bitches gotta rotate
Walk inside the plug house buy what
I want then I dip,
you check in to it
But the problem is you're probably
Lookin' right through it
It started for me back in seventy-two
I really wasn't sure what I wanted
the strip club
Yo pimpin', you know who it be its B.U.N to the little be
One hundred and one percent gangsta check my pedagree
Movin? through yo? city
the strip club
Yo pimpin', you know who it be its B.U.N to the little be
One hundred and one percent gangsta check my pedigree
Movin' through yo' city
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