Lyrics:
stunts
Young and I'm wildin', (?) try him
He'll call me Retch but your bitch call me Bryan
In Polo I'm stylin', it's all that I'm rockin'
If you catch
move
Girl ya makin' me want to
If you like, we can change the scene
And go somewhere with me
Ya body's callin' me
You already know what I wanna do
40
Sippin' Triple Sec out the bottle
Catch me whippin' in the fuckin' s-
(Fuck it, I fucked it, right on the last line)
(I'm in Rob's room smoking crack)
the cops on me once
Calling the cops on me twice
Three, four times, go by
Bitch, I'm bout to load my Glock up tonight
Five am, six am, seven am, eight am
All
of the Year Show. Well the competitors will be off in a moment
so let me just identify for you.
(Close up on competitors)
Vivian Smith-Smythe-Smith (E.I
something good
But I shoulda had another mechanic under my hood
If you see me walking by you, boy, don't you even speak
Pretend you on the sofa and I
thinkin
You never catch me sleepin, stay on top of this properly
I know they watchin me, if not they probably waitin for a downfall
Scheming on my
something good
But I shoulda had another mechanic under my hood
If you see me walking by you, boy, don't you even speak
Pretend you on the sofa and I
I be blackin' out on beats
Even niggas started callin' me a racist
Like Aunt Jemima
I need an Oscar, they admire my wiener
They blowin' me like
Xbox 360
Listening to sad songs on my Galaxy S3
And by sad songs I mean way too much Ed Sheeran
I'm thirteen
Don't catch me playing Tomodachi Life
'Cause
collar cover the Cubans
She need pads like Ewing
I hope you know what you doin' (Look)
Some paid 4-5 serious
I come through, 4-5, serious
Slay got me Shade
the microphone continue with my devilish deeds
'Cause all I see in my M-I-N-D
Is D-P-G for L-I-F-E
And all I see on the M-I-C
Is another mangled MC opposin' me
Until she started sniffing P
Streets love me but I’m hated by the MPD
Multimillion dreams but I have
Nightmares of the F-E-D's (God damn)
Lord please have
on the prize (5X)
Keep your eyes on the prize (5X)
[ *scratched letters* ]
"P"
"are"
"I"
"Z"
"E"
by my own family
Now they're looking at me
Now they're looking at P
And the family's questioning the weed
And the family's questioning the Pees
But
you?
We haven't spotted them yet
But they're somewhere in the immediate vicinity
A 100 miles and runnin
Mc Ren, I hold the gun and
You want me
P-phone
I gotta be slamming, gotta be coming
And you know we smoke weed
We don't fuck with embalming
Cause that shit bad for a G like me
I guess I represent
P-phone
I gotta be slamming, gotta be coming
And you know we smoke weed
We don't fuck with embalming
Cause that shit bad for a G like me
I guess I represent
Suspect niggas don't come outside
You might get your wig pushed back tonight
Said I deserve my respect
Brains don't matter if your wig get split
be United like Stateside
I would have blown up by then like Joe
Me and broski just vibin' with it
Are you hearin' the beat? Man's slidin' with it
it
I'm gon' catch it, catch it, catch it
Play it to the band cause Petey Pablo threw me a bone
so I could fetch it, fetch it
Me and Petey Pablo
'm at the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor
Puffin on the sweet submission, guess I'm the last one left
I got my back against the wall
Gat chillin by
nothing
Now someone actin' shitty
If she throw it back then I'ma catch a kitty
Now my mama callin' me a ho
'cause the shit that I say
On tracks is risky
mobb on
Yeah motherfuckin' G shit jumpin off tonight
Motherfuckin' fire, beotch!!
Kill em off like dis, biddy-bah-bah-bye-bye
S-P-I-see-E-1 dem say
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