Lyrics:
rappers, fuck actors, play CoD
On fashion, got cash and give action, figure you fuck with me
I'm Janey baby, such a fucking lady
Hang with bad bitches that
I licked my q's before school boy
Moving all these collard greens
I invested in these collard greens
I'm getting it by any means
Got a nine in
a pussy you a lame ain’t no cake in
Yo pockets get outta pocket then we blazing
Please stay in yo lane and by the way yo music tried to play it
Took the CD
to him
I don’t really care that there’s no one really there for me
I’ll do it all by myself and get my pockets green
I got my guess jeans don’t question
ridin wit felons
I look down on peasants they think ima God
Im around plenty sticks this shit lookin like COD-
Ima swerve in GT, yo shit throwin rods-
Momma taught me how to get to the loot
She been hustling since a nigga was 2
Long snipe nigga pulling from 3
Quick scope like its COD
Flash ! BANG ...
Why they despise me?
Cuz I got God and they don't like it
Life was specially planned by God
Tried to go soil me out like cod
Y'all cant hurt me even wit
around start to rat on you (rat on you)
So I don’t need no fucking Co-D
Do a drill by my Doley
Swear these n****s always slept on me cello told me grind so
me to move away
There's money here, I don't dispute it
But it's not that fairly distributed
Now I dream of our days by the sea
They mean more than
shit, it's too easy, no bling
Flex with the money, i'm coming, no phone by my side with a mask on my face
And i'm taking that shit for my pride
She say my
put me deep in the game, I'm in the fast life
Glock 40 on my side, I keep that thang cocked ready
Cause I ain't tryna be found ducked taped over by
bones
Feel the rain and thunder rattle your home, fuck a middleman I'm after the throne
Like it's DOM in COD I'm capturing zones, like a rocket launcher
dressed in Armani this drip is too real
You can tell is Armani by the look of the thread
Burberry scarf just to cover my head
I feel like a zombie this perk
selling bags fire bally by the eighth, always got official and i keep that cali shake, when they see pushin benzys best believe them boys gone hate,
the Hulk and a lover
Stealing bras, sealed lips, like I'm with a snitch
Eating all the chips, hook your fish, call that a glitch (cod)
Add that to the wings
list
My rhymes, you know they’re bottomless
I’m crazy, put me in a straight jacket
Taking my shot, Like heat I’m packin’
Eating up beats like COD
Blowing
would act to my face It’s embarrassing!
Sick in the brain an I’m ridin a wave
An I write bout the pain cannot take it away
I am fading away an it’s day by
Sandman keep on pushing til you a dead man
I said Fake it til you make it bout to cop the planet
Ops and the sucker niggaz they gone vanish
Co-d's rat ass
yeah roll it by hand
They try to provoke us, but they just some fans
Got hoes on command, United they stand
Yeah I feel like the man, yeah I feel like
Blacktop burning holes in my shoe soles
Picking up cans beside the road
Feeling them little red chiggers dig in
There's an old man standing out by
on demand
C.O.D i ain't talking bout games
Rocking palace i ain't talking buckingham
Trips to tahiti
She texting cause she wanna see me
I grant her lil wish
to the point where he might go for a dive
And get eaten by a shark just lookin for a body
The most potent drug is secondhand manicotti, ah
My great aunt Angie
dead
She wanted me dead
Babe come with me in the night
If you want to we could fly
You left me out to die
I know I'll be alright
I want you by my side
no tits yeah
I'll be straight willin
On every single girl yeah
Pearls breaking by the second
Do you wanna know the essence?
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
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