Lyrics:
gone before you blink
Don't want no bad business
Don’t want no bad business
456 any day I'm beating trips
Yeah I want to riff sit back and puff my
like I'm the shit
Tell 'em give me fifty million or I'm-a quit
Most rappers taste level ain't at my waist level
Turn up the bass 'til it's
and now they just froze
I'm leaving 'em stuck like when I gor
Like a rhino you better leave I'm a psycho
These pussies bleed like a cycle
I'm definitely ya
keep on spinnin when the car makes a quick stop
I love mackin to some stuck-up chicks
I treat em like piss, and still pull five out of six
They in my
a bondsman
But keep'em dancin
Like Bob Johnson who da hell is that in that fancy car
Tell yo mama I'ma ghetto superstar
Lil Buddy whatcha want
Some violent
on the facts
I’m mad enticing
Not for everybody
So it’s made surprising
Judge him by his ex
We are not the same
Heard him talking to the boys
Shorty stay
a skylark next to your daughter head
Oh I forgot, bigga nigga probably bought her here
got her drunk, talkin all the shit a whore wanna hear
I just, fuck em
everywhere I step when I do the money walk
Bitch stop acting like you don't know yo baby daddy is a bum to me
And I got bout 50 of em, that's for any nigga
what you talkin'
Nigga what you talkin'
Nigga what you talkin'
Tell 'em to lift it up (no doubt E)
Yo this here is big boy shit (yeah) for the over
the gang if you unsure, cause I'mma win by any means
For the team
Nigga been plotting way back in the day when this shit wasn't easy
Now I make record
and every way
I'ma count it up no problem all my niggas they know I got em'
And If u want a problem drop a pin word to my momma
I'ma stack queso cheesecake
fam (no no no)
I'm not the one for caring bout what you wearin
Badi Boy, me play no games, I'll run up on you for starin
And when it's on and you want
Nigga ask for my phone I told 'em back up
You not shit but a side don't get smacked up
Showing all them ones, had to tell that nigga, "Rack up"
He acting
ask for my phone I told 'em back up
You not shit but a side don't get smacked up
Showing all them ones, had to tell that n rack up
He acting like he
These chicks spit they mac to him
Tell Logan, we gon’ make it, you can see it in my eyes
As I rise to the top, my team never surprised
And if I cop a dope
look easy
I step on snakes make 'em rattle
And rattle up they cage
I can battle any battle any time any day
They ask me I don't know what happened
I
Don't go talking bout it boy betta handle yo biz
Gone wipe me down while they whistle like this
They Can tell I'm official by the way that I live
the crowd, block 'em out
(block 'em out)
Block 'em out (block 'em out) block 'em out
You see any, run 'em out, block 'em out
(block 'em out) block 'em out
I
the rest of 'em
I took my city by storm I never asked for it
I'm with the hustlers, them murderers and with them trap boys
I ain't have no choice
on the floor
Lil Tino he a demon with tha pole
I fuck em then duck em I don't need em no mo
Trell gone buck em if a nigga want smoke
Tell a bitch I lover her
of any measurements
Because of my name, for every fuckin' crime they find the relevance
Choices in my life that I want to correct
I got voices in my
my phone, I'm with my chick
Got her mad because I didn't want a kid
I found her sister, she was mad because I slid
Pick her up inside the foreign,
paid the price
Watch this Edo boy fly
Edo boy touch the sky
Watch this Edo boy rise
Edo boy never die
E da yeri ponu go a gwa n igho
Tell em I'm back
culture, build the homeless a home
I'm not runnin', for Congress or the President
I'm just here, to tell the world, how my story went
You see, first it
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