Lyrics:
your shit, nigga
I dead a pussy nigga on some good word
I dead a pussy nigga on some good word
I dead a pussy nigga on some good word
You a bitch
the best
IPhone go silent like I ain't need the stress
Fuck that shit, you know I need the sex
I'm with a stripper and we in the church
Don't tell my
I got this shit on lock
I got this shit on lock
Holla holla at me if you on my block
I got this shit on lock
I got this shit on lock
Holla holla
pajama for your soft crew
Don't step to me with shit the candle wax is gettin lit
I'm solo now, and still money I have to fuckin split
Business
The smog is coming
The smog is coming
The smog is coming
The smog is coming
Aw, shit here it comes creeping through the cracks
The nooks
way like Usher
And I don't feel bad when I crush ya
Like blush ya, style big ball, I'ma hit y'all
With shit that's gon make niggas forget y'all
You
There's no money, there's no possessions
Only obsession, I don't need that shit
Take my money, take my obsession
I just want to be heard, loud
Ay, yea
Trillville
Yeah Lil Wyte nigga
Hypnotize
Y'all better get that shit right nigga
We don't give a fuck tonight nigga
Ay, y'all niggaz
boxers on and I had my joint in her mouth
Gaggin er an shit lookin down at the bitch laughing
I"m bout to smash that pussy like baby asprins
I"m fuckin her
That's my neighborhood.. FUCK NO!
I'm from the streets of the BX Boro where niggas push packs
This is that surge shit, that full flex shit, Al Groh
neighborhood.. FUCK NO!
I'm from the streets of the BX Boro where niggas push packs
This is that surge shit, that full flex shit, All Groh shit
Raul ya heard me?
Woo, the most dangerous posse song ever
It's goin' down, Hypnotize Camp Posse
You did this, nigga, shit talkin'
You wanna talk about somethin',
the best
IPhone go silent like I ain't need the stress
Fuck that shit, you know I need the sex
I'm with a stripper and we in the church
Don't tell my damn
bitch (rich nigga bitch)
I'm ridin' 'round the city, in a rich nigga whip
Yea a nigga paid a grip, for all this rich nigga shit
And all these bad hoes,
I need something to hard
To numb pain
(Yeah)
Ballin, like I work for NBA
(Aye, aye)
What you playing, tell me is it drake
(My shit)
What you
I'm on my lone shit
I'm by myself
Don't hit my phone bitch
Don't need no help
Need no one else
I'm by myself
I'm on my lone shit
I'm by myself
I got the ra flow, yo shit is not close
All my shit top notch, got the top spot, calling all the shots bro
I got the ra flow, yo shit is not close
Uważaj na noże gang shit
Uważaj na noże gang shit
Uważaj na noże gang shit
Uważaj na noże gang shit
Uważaj na noże gang shit
Gang shit
Noże
Papi
Yeah
Back in the slums boy we never had shit
Back in the slums boy we never had shit
Fast forward now yeah they feeling our shit
Fast
We dont really drop shit but we pop shit
Flya den a cotpit on sum high shit
Kick it like a buck water out da fosit
Chores sayit oh ho oh
Hot shit
don't smoke, I'd be anorexic
Shit you never hear, leave you in shock, anaphylactic
And for the record I expect to hit the mainstream in a couple months
I
It's dumb funny
Cause like
Some people
Some people think they need the jewels to drip
And others
Shit mane
We drip for the jewels
Spillin' yak for
Suave ona beat
Better watch yo aim, fuck around, get stanged
Glo snatcher
I ain't got time for no fake shit
Real love, Ion need no play shit
Sling
know this shit it ain't definite
Tryna talk down saying, G you ain't relevant
Bitches they all need to mention shit
Keep that shit south, Imma go
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