Lyrics:
will get sprayed with mace
Rejected & ejected right into space
Trustin in the wrong God your faiths misplaced
There's only One God no lower case
Yahweh
it's yo' thang
Can't deny 'em, look down my wrist go bling
Bling bling, glistening, come and get some cash
First kiss my ring, oh no, well kiss my ass
no one will die for you
Knowing the purpose of your existence that's what will define you
We all busy chasing papers
Life is reading like meter
Do all
grillz with no smirks
Seen him frontin' with some skeezers
Actin' like he's a boss with no rank, pussy posin' as a leader
Had a bitch with me from
Vacation mode
Constantly on
I'm feeling no stress
And I am truly impressed
By the places I see
Landscapes, people 'round me
No matter what I look like
I'm
to Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop
to Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop
Fuckin' with us is like fuckin' with no condom
That's dumb, better play with your son
Nigga, I ain't the one
Ain't a thang changed, niggas still the same,
back thinkin' you can win
Fuck your friends
Everybody talk that shit, nigga
Oh, yeah I know it
But who gonna show it, and who the ho is?
I bet
Just sit tight, you might wanna put on your seatbelt
This flow show business but OTM nigga forever rep
Niggas ain't got nothing on they mind but hoes
fast (yeah)
Fuck, CEOs taking ya shows and firing you at night like Nick, that's a Cannon blast
They'll try to under cut your ass, but out your cast
the bitches
'Cause they all up on you but be gone when it get real
Bitches ain't shit but a brick through your windshield
Shows in the evening, business
you like Tito
I get pussy like a free throw
I get cheese like a Cheeto
You love that girl, she with me though
By the water, palm trees
I got codeine
Uncle Sam stay out my business
cmerica I love you
We've got a ways to go
But there is no land above you
Platforms try to drug you
Russia wants to mug
drunk and take pills
Fast gun play
Gon' get you blast one day
Fuckin' with Zee
It be today motherfucker
Look like a sitcom for no brain
We bum a loop
what I become
Spill some lies you get bust
You can keep me out you're business
There ain't no us
Said you here to stay and that was sus
I'll forgive but
Guns N Ammo, I must think I'm Rambo
Through money, guns, and crime, BGE, yeah that's my famo
I handle wicks like a candle
Pull a drive-by out a Lambo
I'll come to through
Cos I get confidence
I put it on point and I mind my business
Make the fire burn dem
Let dem know say , me I no well
Omo gboro ni mi
(What?)
(Facts this nigga got me fucked
All the way up) yo, you never killed men
Show your true colors, you a chameleon
Like Wack100 told 6IX9INE, you
I'm a killer by the way a nigga bleed
Forever TRU I'm gone roll to your motherfuckin' city
If I come to a show I've got a hundred thugs with me
crash out like Whitney
Can't have a gun but I'm twenty-one with it
He testing my savage I'm knocking his fitted
I'll get him gone i can pay a lil ticket
I
on the crossfade
Cuts like a battleaxe
You try to bite, get iced, my raps are boobytraps
Claim of mine, designed by the Ice himself
You beg for mercy as you read
get up in it construction no limit
Pin it like a cat in a dog fight
We gone get it on tonight
For all y'all who put up the wall to stall
But didn't
standin' by my leg
I can't stand right (Uh, uh)
If this was The Source days
I'd get five mics, ugh
Chain heavy, gun heavy, but the Benz fast
Niggas braggin'
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