Lyrics:
why don't you come to the crib-o?
We could wine and dine and relax on the low
And drink Mo, by the way, I just saw your video)
Yeah, true, I'm comin'
Steve, Big Hawk, and Fat Pat
When you cross yo'best bet is to back back
Mo City, Texas will open up yo back
Where the killers get killed and the jackers
call security" My bad I'll introduce to ya
The clan grand wizard and my name is Lucifer
But you could call me Satan "Yo to barge in here is rude
Rich homie baby, yeah, yeah, yeah
Grab the ice while it's cold
Pop the seal on it, now we pourin' eights
Yeahyeah
Doin' shows on the road, no mo
the money's like Taffy
Sweet like a (?) that's tryna get at me
The wings of an angel just cut my face
I couldn't say nothin' man, yo I spit my case
Playboy,
50 on my teeth and
you don't want to know how much I paid for my bentley
but it don't matter girl I got mo' money than Bill Gates
and I'ma stay paid
it can't deny it in the tiots was a looter
Used to hang with drive by shooters, stick 'em up for Honda scooters
Never was a scholar, make you throw
money by the sewer
Broccoli head, lookin' kind of super
Life, right, almost white
She had a fresh shot, vice grip tight
She said don't stop, I said
I was born by the stars crystal rivers from afar I was flowing baby
And the mistakes that I made they were expensive sad to say I was just growing
niggas bitches homie
Das why I’m by my lonely
Cus when I’m all alone
I tend to feel dem demons on me
Like why dem demons want me
Like why dese demons
You fucking with a nigga that might choke you
Wrong hood, on the walk by you get poked too
Told you, I see shit from a different angle
I'm a lowkey,
check your work you tryna come for the crew
I hate the game but I gotta lotta love for it too
Y'all like who this mo'fucker yo I'm wondering too
Like ooh
Dick'n around
And got caught wit' they pants down
Wanna press me while I'm by myself
I wun' by myself
Nigga handgun
And rounds
Shed mo' tears 'den I could
sipping on success out a tall glass
Sprinter Van Goh, like i'm sitting in a art class
I've been focused on my money like a bank camera
I'm surrounded by
time for that
The air is mo clearer up here
I got to stay very aware
Dont need no convo
Dont need yo control
That dog and pony show can kiss my asshole
I
donuts with hoe sluts that blow nuts that you don't cuff
I get mo bucks than most I ain't out chasing clout
They was holding me back like acne I'm breaking
you got we all made ten thousand by the morning
What you got we all got bag we keep on scoring
Got up off our ass only commas that we sporting
First
they mouth, can't hear what they say
When they talkin' all I hear is Tonikaku Jay
By tha bay, where he stay uh
Kunoichi by tha blade uh
In tha shade
foolish On January 1st, I wrote my New Year's resolution
Fuck, can someone tell me how to focus on the music
I get money, I get bitches, I'm no novice
Fucking bullshit man, yo
You seen Andy – the fucking
Super – you seen him?
Hey Andy! How the fuck I
Always gotta come find
You man? What the fuck is
confused by these haters, now I see now I see)
I'm in the house about six, twist the lit
I park my V-Hic feedin my bitch
They wonder if I switched since
the fuck niggas you moving with
And it feel like 'em when I'm on this robbing spree I hope yo crew agree
Snatching on these simple-ass niggas claim they
to be his flunkie, so we don't kick it no mo'
Straight to the facts, nigga
I looked up to you, put that on my momma
Signed a deal with you and never
Nada, Franchise
Nada, Shotcallers
Yeah, Sporty Thievz, Sporty Thievz
Uh huh, Nada
A Pigeon is a girl who be walkin' by
My rimmed up blue, brand new
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