Lyrics:
What y'all drankin' on?
What you want? What you need?
What you havin'?What will it be?
All we need is Hennessy
Then a Sprite, squeeze a twist
going full throttle When it comes to destiny I don't sense sorrow
Lemme wine n dine you You know I'm a fly yout Fly nigga fly king Overall fly dude
She
Tool
I'm real nigga, you so full
World tours, and you local
All you say this shit on the menu
Give me large fries and I’ll be cool
Put your hands down by
It's a full court press, baby can you take the D
Light skin, real thick like Latto
And she smoking on my pack, call her Doja Cat
Pussy good, pussy clean,
to love just to played as fools
Know that that shit ain't cool yeah
We be talking how we both sound crazy
You want a bae in the street man baby
You insecure
ha)
I'm on that Grey Goose, higher than a pelican (damn)
Sophomore year, but I spit it like a veteran (yup)
Gangsta, gangsta, you can tell by
ha)
I'm on that Grey Goose, higher than a pelican (damn)
Sophomore year, but I spit it like a veteran (yup)
Gangsta, gangsta, you can tell by
If you were raised by the streets, make it your time to shine
Just trying to survive everyday is like a 9-5
Growing up in a household, the streets
that you ain't Ever feel
Make you believe like the kids do for Santa
That all my loves from a place that is real
You make me be better
Street full
gon drive me crazy
But I’m menace in the streets
I've been runnin game
I swear it's gon be alright, be alright, be alright
You got your wine and now
an 80s baby i go crazy know how you can tell?
Every 30 minutes i go off
AOL
And every time Facebook start glitching
All that writing on the wall gone make
of friction
I chop ya like a coal miner
Then combine the drug and mix it with your blood
Some more, I give you some more and watch you crawl
Guts hit
of friction
I chop ya like a coal miner
Then combine the drug and mix it with your blood
Some more, I give you some more and watch you crawl
Guts hit
the Persian Gulf
Airstrike you, burn you with the mic to might you
Thinkin' about takin' me out - huh you're funny
More guns and more money, think about it
I go by cola fuckin D flip it around you know the name and that's on gang ha
It's different now shit don't even feel the same huh Sittin prayin
with it
Told him to pull up
Baby pull up
I got some good good baby that I'm full of
Pillow talk pillow talk
It's a green light
Wet sheets imma freak what
Montreal by the side of the river
I wanna make it out this streets where nothing ain't easy its a real city where for the Stash they can take yo life homie
ashes by now
The second street beggars alone in they life
Drunk on a sidewalk to hide from the night
Like I am
They're just like I am
Baby, I
blowin' money by the pile
You got front row tickets to my down hill spiral
Passing out on the floors is better when it's marble tile
Hear my lyrics in their
on my fuckin' head
Streets full of traffic, drive on sidewalks, that's my habits
[Chorus]
Mental case, mental case
(Man, he be likin' campbell's
to places you never get to go so I got to move from the block I'm a lot richer yo I'm a lot sicker yo I make hits quicker yo when I blaze the haze and mix it
we banga kul
After the round you go fall full
Girl you wan see am as your pankull
I wan Dey with you no be fokull eeeh yieee baby let's drive with my
no harm, yeah.
Used to listen music like I needed baby bottle
Then I set the bottle down, homie went full throttle
I don't no no no, I just know no u
my game
I let 'em hang to the flo', snot on the snow
And full of kicked on rivals, it's for survival, in the intestines of the city
'Cause the game's
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