Lyrics:
been ridin wit this glock on my hip like it is formal
Never did a shhh I think I gotta take one
All these bad hoes I gotta date one
Niggas talkin allat
shady shit no hood in the rain
Writing it seems I created it one way to explain
How Kari crazy wit cadences
Nigga, listen
I'm Mixin her and the 5th
gettin used to it now
See me hit the fade
Wit a boost from the crowd
See me hit the fade
Wit a boost from the crowd
This is like rock
Wit a lil pop
I been
get out
Cause a scene yeah we gonna get loud loud loud yeah
Get in my car and let's bounce with it
B-B-Bounce wit it
B-B-Bounce wit it
Get in my car
Man what it really feel like
When you chasing ya dreams on this road wit no deal right
When you stacking ya bread
And you living ya life but you
crazy my dawg don't got appeal
Free my sister I hope she healthy I know its sickle in that cell
Don't sugar coat it wit yo patna posed to tell em how it
I pull up to the party that I know that she in
Slidin wit my homies they gon distract her friends
When you one on one wit Dlo
make you feel like
these nights
Yeah im rolling with da guys
Scratch dat these ma brothers
Mess wit one of mine we'll leave you'll 6 feet under
You don't wanna hear it clap
Fuckin on the PJ Bend it over this high class shit
See the money pilling over so she bound to let me hit
Pop a bottle of moscato throw it back wit a G6
Ay
Mileage, girl you got no mileage
Know you wanna ride
Girl you better die if you 'bout it
Mileage, girl you got no mileage
Girl I wanna ride wit ya
the stash wit yo down ass
Let me kiss that shit wit yo brown ass
I just wanna make up wit yo mad ass
You held a nigga up when he was down bad
Looked me in my
wit some tights it's that season
Turn around make it clap I'm finna squeeze it
Beat it up don't play around blow her back out
She hella wet in the bed
How many wanna die wit me?
Repeat 2 (8x)
How many wanna die wit me, die wit me?
Evidently these niggas want me out my mind
If you had your way, I
How many wanna die wit me?
Repeat 2 (8x)
How many wanna die wit me, die wit me?
Evidently these niggas want me out my mind
If you had your way, I
and you kick it like a Youtube
Call a bunch of bad bitches need to get some bluetooth
Yeen gotta flex lil bruh, you runnin' wit some champs
We gon
Another nigga body bagged
Another nigga body bagged
Another nigga body bagged
Ain't that shit sad?
Wit' my slab all designer give no fucks it's
(my nigga)
Young Hef, yea c'mon rock
Checkin' in the closet for my blue Velour suit
Piping all around it wit the matchin' Timb boots
Hop up in
[Chorus 2X]
Boom bow, my style be oww
I be comin down wit that funky Shao'
[King Just]
Boom bow, my style be oww
On the real, who can fuckin freak
is back, from Shaolin's underground
Who's in town? You guessed it, you guessed it
It's the Drunken Monk, and I came to get cessted
Infested, wit deep
on wit' you, lady, oh, yeah
So tell me what's goin' on (Tell me)
Please don't make me wait
I know you're livin' wit' your man (Livin' wit' your man)
man, wit tha plan and tha ends
Flossin through dallas, texas in tha new 2000 benz
Wit some hen, and a fat sack of indo, my head is in tha sky
I'm gettin
up the holes, the blood is gushing a lot
Put on my brass knuckles, hit you wit a jab or two
Now I'm sent to stab a dude, turn him into magget food
[Gotti talking]
Here's another dedication
To all you crooked ass badges out there
I want you to ask yourself
"Do you really want to fuck wit' me?"
and ride the wave
(Ride the wave)
Pull up on you wit' my S550 (My S5)
Doing donuts until 12 come get me (Yeah)
Hype your bestie up, she throwin' that shit
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