Lyrics:
uh, I ought to make it by sundown,
I figure that's enough time for me to get the whole rundown,
So I continue my mission, it's gettin' dark
So now I'm
huh, let off some steam (yeah)
Get that shit off your chest, where's your team? (Where's your, what?)
Aimin' for your head, fuck your vest (fuck your
picture
'cause why we're steady dyin somebody gettin richer
Listen to what I'm spittin, who you think benefittin
while all these heads splittin they
Imma fuck with you and yo friends
We can sip on tech in the benz
Blacked out in the whip gettin' head
Blacked out in the whip now we head
Imma fuck
a pitbull who ain't been fed in a week
Roamin' the streets I'm gland pressure
Like I'm stoppin' a leak
And I give a fuck about a daydream
Cause it's done when
of hard knocks and graduated
Yeah, I stayed on the block like the honor roll
But I stayed bumpin' heads with my mama though
Started gettin' money, now
some cash on some kicks, as stress strikin' in
'Cause I won't even text
I've been gettin' texts and ducking calls
But my phone's always dry
Getting
on pressure, smokin' on gas
I got that tooly chillin' on my dash
Swerving through lanes, going by fast
Pushing that whip, I'm skating on past
Gettin' that money,
a flick
And Mr childs eatin and drinkin until I shit
I smoke cigarettes
And my breath smell like weed
I got my little brother head?
And party is speed?
(Ooh, JMAK)
Said I'm gettin' mine off of dope (woo)
I should put the bed by the stove
Water whippin', whippin' on them o's
Then I get it for
you leaving, fuck all evening
Call me mister fuck all day
Trap all day and night
Don't need a house much less you 'bout some change
Expand my
I got to meet some people that I don't wanna meet
And head off to bed when I don't even wanna sleep
I just wanna wild out and live for the moment
This ain't stoppin' baby 'til I say so
Come get come get some more, ay
(Es imposible)
Es imposible atrasar las horas
Cada minuto contigo es un
gettin no rest
Don't wanna sit at a desk
Too many thoughts in my head
Ain't gonna stop till I'm dead
Team bouta shop like we robbin
Every artist popping
So
to society is all we watch
In the back seat straped with the throw away glocks
I got some partners in the business never seeing the light
Your people would
Gangsta shit
Fuck the drive by means you gettin high
Ya feel it?
This is funk
Get ya dick sucked, get ya clit licked
This that shit
Word
lips
Gettin it outta me, gave the weed a couple of hits
Mary Jane lately, grew some succulent tits
But everybody's hittin it, ended up dumpin that bitch
like slaves on the freedom run
And each and every time a wack rapper walks by me
His head starts singin: Come on and fly me...
I don't bite styles, weak
Go 'head 'till ya tired than I'll take ya home
(We both think alike, hell yeah)
If you invite me in I'll come take it off
(We both think alike, uh
Cause I let these doves fly through your head too
And my niggas got heart that's an igloo
And they vicious like corsos and pitbulls
We might wait at your
bitches around G
It used to be fun, but now it's gettin borin to me
Constantly fuckin, fuckin, fuckin, fuckin
Ridin my dick like a horse, buckin, buckin
Bushwick Bill
And fuckin two of the finest bitches around G;
it used to be fun but now it's gettin borin to me
Constantly fuckin fuckin fuckin
(Bushwick Bill)
And fuckin two of the finest bitches around G
it used to be fun, but now it's gettin borin to me
Constantly fuckin, fuckin,
you had to enter this
Some plans, one chance, hold heat, hold head, hold theirs (hold ya head)
Peep rules, we proof, meet troops, speak truth, teach
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