Lyrics:
out in a raincoat (Uh)
Pussy like lean, I put him to sleep
He say, "Your shit cut with that karo" (Uh)
I don't gotta rap about sex
But this shit way too
yeah
There's no one to compete with us yeah
Better have earned your stripes by now unless you earn yo seat you can't eat with us here
Ryuujin Jakha Zanka
screamin' for the Lord, talkin' in tongues
Slow down, won't you?
She the type, pronounce her pronouns
Ask you, "What's your birthday, what's your
'm gon' go on vacation
Wait, damn, okay that's way too far ahead of me
So I'm just tryna take it day to day if they would let a G, breath
Cop cars by
cars by the three's, Bitches call me papa Johns 'cause I keep that extra cheese
Overseas in the sun, livin' for the fun in Milan with some bad bitches
my name that's on that Jag
So remove your bags; let me call you a cab
Standing in the front yard tellin' me how I'm such a fool
Talkin' 'bout
How
'm wobblin', yeah)
How you gon' wear fake designer, GG is on me (It's on me let's go)
Huh, wait, alarming, fuckin' this bitch in my Balmains
I'm Mr. Bitches I
on food I'm in the mood for a stick-up,
To pick up lil' somethin' on a get up
You hit up, blessed by the way I protest,
Your world, gettin' it all of my
wanna take a lil trip to Japan, and then go to France
My suit n' tie never be tucked with the xans (Xaans)
I ain't messin wit' it if it's made by a man
I
'm a goddamn beast
He froze with his poles, I'm thumbin ' through rolls
Make bread in my goddamn sleep
We hit up the road, I'm fuckin' these hoes
She hate
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 by like "there he go"
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 by like "there he go"
of clowns I'm surrounded by who don't even know how to try to make real raps
I'll put my hook in now
You're overlookin' now
What it takes to even make it
of addictions
This is just vindictive
Subject a lil' sensitive
Maybe I should just shallow it
Went from talkin' depression to
Money makin' prerogative (yeah)
platinum
Back to the basics
You in danger at 16 with the beam
One in the chamber aimed at that 0 7
Got the chopper close by
Head bussa from the Bronx
at me strange but you know I don't care
Step up in this motherfucker just a-swangin my hair
Bitch quit talkin, quick walk if you down with the set
Take
you seen my shit then you know I gotta go
Let it snow, Finnae
Yeah, when I bust your rib in
You know I'm gon' get it
I pull up and make all you
(Cook that shit up, Quay)
Every nigga in your clique, yeah, they gon' feel me (Ayy)
D up
It's fourth quarter, I'm down by two
First 500 bands,
(Yeah mane, this for all the street talkin' and bullshitin)
I thought I did good by shedding light to the hood
But yall niggas still hoes (a, I did
wildin'
Talkin' 'bout how you ran the Island in '89
Layin' up, playin' the yard with crazy shine
I cocked a baby 9 that nigga grave be mine, clanked him
up on your fuckin' scene
Clean it up like Mr. Clean
I can get on any beat
When I'm in my zone
Yeah, your bitch hit my phone
Talkin' bout she want my
to
Sleep on the spot
It's that murder shit, when we brandish the weapon, then we catch you half-steppin', your
Tombstone's been erected
I'll make you squeal
die, die, die, die)
Ay, yeah, yeah, yeah, hol' up
Ay, first thing's first when I pop, I'ma get your ho thirsty
I sign my paycheck in cursive, I
'm going insane, I hear him talkin' when I try to relax
Let the flames grow, lose control, you're a joke, you never stand your ground
You wonder why you're
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