Lyrics:
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
Use to care for you but you don't mean nothin
Nigga started hating Eva since I got jumping
No disrespecting pull up on you and dump
Lil one say he want
KIll the ones that speak from a different life
Brewin other killer noise makin the sentiment...
Okay, welcome to the Kamikaze bottle rocket cockpit
I ride by, like a driver on a nigga
So fly, that his bitch might choose a nigga
Ask why, gives a fuck about that nigga
So high, we up on all you
of nothin'
Struggles in the past and I made a transition
Started with a mic then I turned it to a vision
In the driver's seat, keys in the ignition
Boy I'm
again
Lost in the waves
High off a bag of rocket
Shooting off bottle rockets
The key that's in my pocket
Call that direct deposit
Know that I got some
' nothin' nothin'/
Y'all can't say nothin' nothin' nothin'/
Can't say nothin' nothin' nothin'/
I say fuck it when I tip the yak bottle/
Start makin' it rain
Just like that rocket Grandpa rode
Yeah, it was the rocket that Grandpa rode
Sounds like braggin' but it's true
I'm not tryin' to big-time you
Shot
drive drunk, no
Don't drive drunk
Mothers Against Drunk Drivers are mad
Teenager at a live party
Says, "give me one for the road"
But he's already
Are they a good driver
I don't know
But I'm in the backseat no seatbelt
Hey hey hey mother fucker lets go
Let me check your ratings
Check your stars
nah, nah, nah, fuck that, nah)
Ain't nothin but a Compton thang
Chyea (we got five on it)
How we do
Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school
KF Beats ayy, Rocky, this wavy
Stack some racks (Gwalla)
Then cop you a pocket rocket (Cop it)
As long as bro is around
I don't think that
(This has been another record)
From the hood, she'll squabble (Fight) (Brought to you in part by)
Sippin' Louis XIII out the bottle, yeah straight from
but I got Mad Franklin's
Big ol' lightnin' rocket, shock the pigs and turn they ass bacon
Pull up where he stay by Granny Crib, while he was grass rakin
Ride with me
Don't gotta worry for the both of us
(Great John on the beat by the way)
I'll put you in the driver's seat
Don't gotta hurry in
the kind folks don't worry
That ain't nothin' but my hammer suckin' wind, it keeps me breathin'
A steel driver's muscle I intend"
Captain, tell the people,
Soaring
like a bottle rocket in the sky
I Soar Soar Soar like a Butterfly
Soaring like a bottle rocket in July
I’m in a state of Zen but I am not a monk
I
a driver, I'm in the back playin' "Frontin'"
I ain't cryin', the wind is flyin', stop makin' assumptions
I ain't lyin' or nothin', yes, I'm is, I'm so happy
Things, cripplin triple beams, dippin in different things by any n all means.
I seen a lot a hatred a lot a fake shit but I
Knew that me n you boo we'd
at me but I aint mad at you what you gone do nothin
I'm turnt up and I aint stuntin you hater cant tell me nothin
Hater cant tell me nothin hater cant
it out in public, too much Luxe got me stumblin'
Black bottle, gold bottle, models by the dozen
But they for everybody, only cops believe in cuffin'
nothin' but my hammer suckin' wind, it keeps me breathin'
This steel-driver's muscle it ain't thin.
"Captain tell the people to move back farther
I'm
Behind beef or a fake say, dude knew your face
So you murdered him but ain't got nothin' to show
I'll be damned if I'ma live without it
I'm penitentiary
"Tell the kind-folks not to worry
It ain't nothin' but my hammer suckin' wind, it keeps me breathin'
This steel-driver's muscle it ain't thin.
"Captain
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