Lyrics:
like a pit
(Chanting: Drop a bomb on it Flex)
Yo, I’m like die another day try another day
Niggas dying everyday
I’m just tryna get away
Feeling nice up
liquor
I ain't finna make it home, that's how I'm really feeling
Check the resume and check the stats, to come see how I'm living
I will pay whatever
weight get P.O.P
Naughty by Nature your trespassing O.P.P
Your O.T. yeah nigga I can get it to you
Sold in a see through right price I deliver
Tell ya
Hand me the two cup I'm needed my syrup (Sip, sip)
They don't want smoke I hope depo my tool up
I come strapped with a
Hundred round Clip and we aim
Hand me the two cup I'm needed my syrup (Sip, sip)
They don't want smoke I hope depo my tool up
I come strapped with a
Hundred round Clip and we aim
provoking me to come a lil closer shawty
So let's get naughty
We can have a party
Throw it in reverse and I can remote control you body
Brain so good you
even some property owned
But truth be told none of that's cracked up as it's supposed
Soon as you get it you got people stuck in the hand out pose
need like hundreds of k's
One hundred new ways
To go
Out and get me some money
She said I think we need space
Cause She feeling a way
Imma laugh
the doors off the jeep
So you know
I ain't Missing
Get up in your bag Nigga
Get up out your FEELINGS
2500
Have my HITTA
Come and Getcha
If it's not about
the bank, call me Chase, run up the bank, B-O-A
Countin' these zeros, I bet that I get up
Still ran it up, even though I'm a sinner
Blessings the best when
stay by my side but he still wanna dunk in the rim like McGrady
Really a hooper no time for no bitches
YUNG N8 going crazy he finna go get it
Put on for
loud getting drunk, feeling down in a rut
Fucked like a doe in the middle of the woods
Yeah bruh, Surrounded by bucks
But they don't really care at all
lil' freak hate bein' sober, suck me good for a lil' weed
Bring your mouth but not your feelings, I don't wanna talk, get on your knees
Fourteen hundred
lean)
Hey, ayy, get it right two-step, and let your (shoulder lean)
Ayy, hey, let your (shoulder lean), ayy, just let your (shoulder lean)
Hey, let me
lean)
Hey, ayy, get it right two-step, and let your (shoulder lean)
Ayy, hey, let your (shoulder lean), ayy, just let your (shoulder lean)
Hey, let me
I don't get it Luke
Why cant you just give a fuck about something
You know you're not as cold hearted as you seem
It's not all about the money
Look
changed on this side so come by
Come over to my side
It's been a while we can reminisce about all the good times
Feelings never changed on this side so come
Why you get it feeling so pinnacle
When I said of taking over
Yeh I mean't it literal
Spacing out to edibles, She edible
Also unforgettable
Wait
zone
All the SHIT I did for her like keeping her rich
I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the bitch
Well by now you should know it was just my luck
the Land
And that's all that I am
Damn, you better come join this thugsta party
Blunt smoke up in your body
And come get high, get high
Chorus
Show me that you down, to get a little freaky whenever I come to your town!
Be ready when I pick you up cause I'm laying you down!
Let's keep it
said cuz that's mad I gotta come to your house
He was down, he said cool, no doubt
But it's too late it's the same old story
Never made time found
The jesus christ on my neck reach to my lap
I teach you to rap in my sunday school
These bitches get a one day rule
You gotta fuck by monday, cool?
Or she
my side
And that's all that matters to me
So, come on, get up and join in
'Cause this is just what you need
Let's do it all day long
Today, I
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