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I get it rollin' by doing shit every day
I get it goin' without the stick and the fame
I put my soul in, and commit to this way of livin' slow not

Bentley truck
Parking sensor's beeping when I back up
I ain’t got it now
But by the time you hear this
I instagram that motherfucker, hot boxing it
So many

Yeah
Young Khalifa and Bern
Real niggas in this bitch
Everybody drunk, the fuck they want
Uh

It's not a thing we can't afford
Walk up in

run that kick door
Run that kick door, run that kick door
If he scared to up that fire, then what that stick for?
Yeah, we on blitz mode, watch out,

where you sitting
You know the vibes, where it's no surprise except for everything, right?
And you stick to that Morse code with whatever's left of you,

Lo
Vo
Fit nice
Skin tight
Gaslight you ain't fuckin up my night
This nigga think he lucky we ain't bussin out no dice
You know what it's givin we

man pulling out phones it aint real beef they just wanna go viral
We Get up close cant miss like saka in euro finals
 
Came with a  stick im looking all

It's ok if you run
cnd by the way you gimme brain
cin't no way that you dumb
I'm all about my chivalry
I open your door
cnd we can test your flexibility

Under Pressure

Logic

Under Pressure [Clean Version]

2014

what they be asking us
White Benz, black card, bitch better get your plastic up
Man, this shit is hella hard, but we never acting up
Live it up, hold

bag, it's good pussy smell like water (Smell like water)
She giving head (Hey) I'm bouta bust, wonder who taught her
Nigga pull up, we got sticks, we got

they opinion
No lookin back, I'm fixed to grip baton and run with it
Lappin foes, grabbin gold, rap and know nothin but winnin'
Fuckin feel it
That's

the stick, he gon' stain him

Flame him, walk down, gang, we gon' chase him
Run your mouth c to a bitch, bitch, you never gon' bang him
And I said what I said,

and the sticks and the stones
This wild life that I live no I do not condone
Finally doing shit right in the past I did wrong
They tell me I'm a mess, I already

keeping the stock out
Feds on the hunt tryna cop down
Like we out and about in a lockdown
Run from the fiends, we get it by any means, riding around in

First of all gotta thank myself
on god
Kane and I man we got no help
they aint buy the dream
so I buy myself

Now it's me and our wins
I aint by

thick yeah she nice with them hips
I put on my drip i roll up this piff i never leave without my stick
I walk in this bitch they ask do i got it yeah they

of graduates
If we don't see eye to eye
That's the view from where I'm standing
So there you have it

Melila Immigrant Stories

When kings run out of grace

you going)
Better pray we dont catch you lil bitch
This stick get to dumping it's special as shit
Heard a nigga want beef im not deadin it bitch

P80

gag on it
Baby girl feel free to spit on it
Me and my bitch we getting lit
She sucking me in nibbling on a tit

Can't speak when we put the stick on em

really don't need introduction
The lyrics now mean nothing, Y’all only carried by production
The engineers on it to a lot of respect for the edits
They

and unloading upon you
To turn this snotty Rose into
A pocket of posies
Credit where it’s due, to pick a fight’s bold
I spit the flow hot deliver rhymes cold
Put

the stock go up, up, up, up
Do it big, we live it up
You know we don't give a fuck
And we leave the haters stuck, stuck, stuck, stuck
As the stock go up

Yeah YSC man, we got me you know I stay, I go by Aim
We got Lil KK, we got Bigskini in this bitch man, we gon' run it up
Youngins Stay Connected we

Killaweed shit
(UGG)
Real stick shit
(UGG)
777 shit
(UGG)

U.G.L.Y. Elementa bitch

(Killaweed)
We made it mean what the fuck it seem
(Killaweed)