Lyrics:
slack
Now look I got the Fendi with blue racks
I'm the realest and yes I could prove that
Say you shooting nigga where yo proof at
When I'm rapping I
darkest before light
I'm gonna push through
Turbo charged bars
Slot cars on tracks, falling off, game scars in these rap wars
Ain't nothing band-aids won't
hoes
they come runnin' with they fans & they best clothes
to get stuck by the nigga with the million bucks
I won't lie and say I had a million fucks
lose it
Any old time you use it
It's gotta be rock, roll music
If you want to dance with me
If you want to dance with me
Way down South they gave
the hardware in time
'Cause the doctor said give him jug band music
It seems to make him feel just fine
I was floatin' in the ocean
Greased with suntan
crown to von
I can see they want me dead but ima gift bitch im the don
I come from the dirty south where they gon rob you for that gun
Yall impress
Yeah ay
I'm in the 4 still put it in cabbies
Yeah I just hit that lick by gabby's
She calling me daddy
Yeah ay
I’m with lil mama you know she a baddie
I'll grab you by your hand
Baby I'll be your man
I can grab by your hand lil baby I'm okay with moving slow
They stare at us for way too long tell em
can't compare it cause we not the same
I'm in with the narcs and I swear I won't change
I got blood on my ricks now I feel like I'm bane (Blood)
Sipping
alone
Cause I'm silly with this K, I'll chop you holmes
I got a illy flow, stupid, stupid dough
Spent a hundred bands, I'm silly man, I'm spend some mo
Screaming Hood Nation they ain't fucking with us
I'm the hottest nigga in the South living
This that free tape, Happy Thanksgiving
Boy this shit is only
gonna make our love strong
Show me your affection baby we gon make our love long
Haunted by them demons telling me I'm being loved wrong
And everytime you
intervening
With the sound of my money machining
My cup runneth over with hundreds
I'm one of the best niggas that done it, six digits and running
Y'all
intervening
With the sound of my money machining
My cup runneth over with hundreds
I'm one of the best niggas that done it, six digits and running
Y'all
Swimsuits with green bags
I'm on the corner with my butt up, sellin you product
Women puttin theyself in positions to get cut up
Hook:
Up out'cha guts,
I do pay for something, you know what I'm on
[Chorus]
[Nelly]
I get a hundred-fifty thou' to make the crowd go (HO!)
I might fly by you in
why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda
By way of A-T-L; if you disagree
don't even look at me ho don't pass go just go straight to jail
With
cool
If ya wanna we can hit the pool, all at the house
I know ya think this nigga is a fool
I'm from the south if ya got a minute we can chill
Do what ya
you wid the fakes When my phone rings we finna get paid
That’s band bands in dfferent estates
I’m from the south side they from the 6ix
She got her
I got a lot of groupies
Oughta have a fucking doghouse like Scooby
Curtains go up
It's going down
Tear the thing out the frame
With my band
Walk around like I'm the champ with that belt like Ryan
Hook line em, Muhammad, knock out Mike Ty'
Beat the beat I produce by myself, I'm nice
I'm
'bout your new band
By the time we got south of the river
You started to land
I'd love you, love you, angel
If my feet weren't on the ground
I'd put my
humble
30 band round my neck, yeah
20K round my wrist, yeah
3k for a fit, Yeah
Go yard for my bih, yeah
Fendi monster for my son
Told u Niccas I'm
paint with the gold thang shinin'
Hands out the window, I'm blinded by diamonds
Like they say, all good things to an end
Cause in the game you either
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