Lyrics:
a hundred-and-twenty-first proof
Fool usea deuce-deuce of some Genuine, Draft
I'm genuine, like Vinny's whinin all about cash
Cash, cash, so indeed I got the weed
tapped, I swear that I'm dialed in
First, I was a rat, so where's the proof of the trial then?
Where's the paperwork or the cabinet it's filed in?
1090
and such
Caught much ya buckshots
And his body was discovered by the cops
The phone dropped, my brain locked in shock
Started smoking mad weed but
The pain
heart stoppers partner
Red and black impala ride
Street like patrollie’s
Coached by OG’s to stay low-key (what else)
Sip 40’s and stay with a 4 T
My
to your ears or something
Bye your voices do
You believe–what percentage of people
Here–and by the way, i’m
Not setting y’all up
I’m not setting y’all up
last
Your tank is filled with 100 proof, you're all tuned up and gassed
Now don't take any chances, if you can't get through
I'd rather have you back
through the crowd, hard to see, comin through
(Watch out, watch out, watch out, comin through comin through kid)
Spill my over-proof is drippin from my
and Benz's
Lyin' pendants with diamonds ill as lacin' the a face with a vengeance
Havin' blocks on in the livest parts known
By mankind with crime is how
by the drug era
I've seen my idols turned to demons i was so fed up
I'm still in the back couting slow cheddar
My homie left it all to God when he got
run your last
The tank is filled with 100 proof, you're all tuned up and gassed
Now don't take any chances, if you can't get through
I'd rather have
run your last
The tank is filled with 100 proof, you're all tuned up and gassed
Now don't take any chances, if you can't get through
I'd rather have
Throwin' 40 bottles out the roof,
Breath about 100 proof,
Slammin' bot-els,
Rod-els shakin' my back,
So gone,
I feel like hurlin' off the yak,
manish at the caesars palace
I was on the trap phone speaking Spanish, on the other end waiting on the package
Stuff 100 packets in the craftmatic, got
hundred proof
I got my dogs on the roof, woo
Pour out four's by the twos, boys
Can I blow what I shoot
Monster, they can't bring the blues
Out your way,
distilled I’m vivid
Kickin’ two hundred proof, yeah that’s proof I’m livin’
Ride slow, hoping the light don’t corrupt my vision
Now keep riding
tits
Are to fricking large
Bout to get the W
Racing way in front of you
Liquor was a hundred-proof
And I can feel it coming through
She was really freaky
go for a ride
There's ninety proof to prove there's nothing left to lose
I said just sit right down, the guilt has got another round
One hundred proof
on you
Oh that’s you
Woo
Took a couple shots 100 proof
Proof
Hit that little shit yo look at you
You
Now you big sad yo that’s the truth
Truth
Bulletproof
crowned me as the best it’s by design that I’m fitted for this role just to rhyme and analyze all the lies that your living through karma almost killed me
and choose
If you don't think I'm an alien imma have to show you proof
Imma have to show you proof
I don't got friends that's the truth
Chill by myself in my
Let me play my cards right
Casino last night
Had a flight the night before
Had the baddest bitches by the pool
Skinny dipping
You see me I'm
a few dark thoughts in my room
Thinking back the Devil tried to sell me his truth
‘Til I found that the proof’s in the pudding
Tried to snuff me off but
really ain't ya people
They pop ya pimples they
Leave ya face leakin'
Spot me people the infrared
Dot leakin' niggas
They better proof up on this
Yea 100
the proof of what I'm saying
Clear as a Bluetooth on blue face's boo too
If My shoe laces up that mean I'm two paces from you too
And can't slow down no
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