Lyrics:
Hey ain't no stopping me I'm pulling out my gun
I want to run far away draw my pistol one on one
Yeah by myself all alone I will do it just for fun
I
That's the way it goes, that's the name of the game
Young brother getting over by slanging 'caine
Gold around his neck and 14K heavy
Bitches clockin'
nothing but a smoker
That's the way it goes, that's the name of the game
Young brother getting over by slanging 'caine
Gold around his neck and 14K heavy
Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause,
Yeah, it’s I.R.S bitches!
You know what it is!
You’re now hustling with the godmother! cocaine cow
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Yeah
Cocaine, dressed in all white
You fresh as me? Never in yo life
Run the check, or go and mind yo business
Can't even
a microphone will give you three of everythin' I wear, yeah
Models by the pair, swear, bottles, private Lear, steer
Style that's outta here, rare, thousands by
a microphone will give you three of everythin' I wear, yeah
Models by the pair, swear, bottles, private Lear, steer
Style that's outta here, rare, thousands by
'round comes round from M.L.K. to cascade
I know its through them plenty figures
Cocaine dealers walk the wrong side
Up in they rides
Looking cleaner
nothing but a smoker
That's the way it goes, that's the name of the game
Young brother getting over by slanging 'caine
Gold around his neck and 14K heavy
folks, they saying, "we jolly good"
Try me once, she get addicted, i do her how molly could
Bitch this flow pure, just like a kilo of cocaine
ZBF we
slams
I'm not a butt nut you know that I never bang
But I lick more coochie than K.D. Lang
But I'm not gonna kick an X-rated rap
And even if I did
beschützt mich
Keiner, der Gage abdrückt für arabischen Rücken
Mafiosostatus im Blitzlicht
Star, doch privat 8k und AK auf dem Rücksitz (Apocalyptic)
of the young
Snakes slide through the grass
Blades slide in the back of
The used and abused tryna walk in my shoes
Get tripped by my fuse, too short
Ask God what
And when I take off, it's like I took off.
And when I ride by, it's like I fly by.
You like a slow motion.
All in 3-D.
'cause everywhere I go, they
punk, slack up.
Watch your weak posse before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by, Yo P
[Parrish]
What's Up E.D.?
Pass
than my phone screen, let's go
Fur floor, mask on, bare feet, nigga
100k a week, that's a bad week, nigga
I can sell dogs to a cat freak, nigga
Sell
cocaine
All up in the way, I said fuck it, took out my nose ring
Snortin' out a mound, a youngin feelin' just like Tony
Blow straight to my brain but I
get ya face twist
Cartel cocaine by the cases (cases)
Cartel mo' cars then the races (races)
A-K's on a lear jet (g-4)
Rick Ross I'ma Real threat
Yo I was sold to a sick European by a rich African battlin'
Middle Passages, I can't go back again
Battlin' years of denyin' history, lies
boys (bitch)
Bitch, I keep a bag full of blue boys (bitch)
I got medicine in my two cups (bitch)
800K of them blue boys (woo)
I was in the trap, tell
before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by three, yo p
Pass the Uzi, to blow up, any whack MC that show up,
There goes one, blast
not Tito
Have a couple babies, now let her get up
If we prayed and respected by big and the little
Riddle by the stock exchange rockgame
Get
I had a dream last night I was cast into Hell by a jealous God
The Devil walked up and said, "You don't need no lightning rod
It hardly ever rains
all I'm chasing My money
Carbon 15 hold a whole 100
Real cocaine got yo nose running
1k been in the streets better ask About me
Why you clutching you
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