Lyrics:
Mozart
Just stand, say you're mad damn, why him?
Z-oh-one Tonka, five-sixty Benz
I'm sick and mad deep no shorts and no sleep
I'm bugged like
[Saukrates]
Alright, east side
Big dogs, oh yeah
We coming through with this
You know what I'm saying
On that same vibe
Know what I'm saying, I mean
yeah, I'mma hit it right
I'mma put that ass in the loop, make a vine with you baby
Plotting on that pussy I just gotta tell the truth babe
So I
some niggas get left on it
I whisper to it daily, I don't wanna see 6ft depth on it
Yeah, that's hyperbolic aggression
Tired of pill poppin' rappers,
tremendously
A lovely sight to see
You're my therapist mentally
I be waitin' by the phone for the call
Forget those who treat you like a doll
They just wanna
like magic, all together, all together by six
She say she got a partner, me, I got one
Me wanna tap, what a conundrum
Never seen a girl that give me
a cause
Man 6 ft part you betta scootch
Yeah my name is dorothy i gotta pooch
Yeah castle made of green
I aint that mean
Im with the whole team
But im ill
don't get the kid involved[00:40.91]Y'all can't even stop me when I'm semi-disinvolved[00:43.60]Niggas pull up in a Sprinter[00:45.00]Quick to say they
twenty-four pack
It don't matter foo, you dig? yah mean and get lit boys feel me
It's Fridays baby ya'll know what the fuck it is
God damn it's modelo time
You
of all of that?
Well I think I can answer that best by calling attention to the
Bazooka Tooth Be-atch
I say bazooka tooth right?
Bazooka tooth
day
Sucked all day, smoking blunts, counting cheese
Fucking bitches 'til they assholes bleed
What you say ba-by
[Chorus]
[Luke]
Sometimes
like a puddle
So I trained myself to hustle like nobody hustled
I built an empire in my mind him sire on the shrine
Reciting through the wire line by
(Brian, what did you do?)
What 300 did?
300 did what? Ayy (free the guys, nigga)
300 signed Baby Grizz and my nigga Lee (facts)
Shout out
cost sixty a gram
I got to find me a nigga, line me a nigga
They say, give it up, kid, before I put one in your wig
Picture me thirsty, ridin? 'round
was rich
Woke up broke, gun in my hand
Sayin' "Damn!" this dope cost 60 a gram
Have to find me a nigga, line me a nigga
And say "Give it up kid,
Yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
I met him on Instagram
Took too much Ativan
Sunday night, 3AM
Feeling like a rag doll
Don't be confusing me with haters, player
Get your paper
Just show respect to the folks who made you
(yeah)
Blessed by the creator so give money nigga
Oh yeah you already know
Yeah, ya boy 2 million dollar bell baby
I’m back in the loof early the silver surfer
We here
You already know, we surf
on the Jeep
Not no 60 not a crip, Imma' bleed Diamonds flooded, got my ice from the sea
On the real, yeah, we keepin' it real Throw the fours at the top
counting cheese
F***ing b****es 'til they a**holes bleed
What you say ba-by
Sometimes Biggie Smalls like busting nuts,
Sometimes Biggie Smalls like
back for more
You got my soul got my body got it all
But no, baby I can't say no
You’ve got me wrapped around your finger like a voodoo doll
Because
in dat four cornered room damn
My baby stand strong still smile for us
Say I’m forgiven heal da pain in my eyes for us
(Yeah) Waiting 3-4 hours just
my- that's my-
Yeah, nowadays I'm just thinkin' 'bout a bag
Got '85 Undercovers on my ass
That ho, she say, "Yo," 'cause I got money bags
The feds
to sixty? I'm already doin' a hundred
When I'm blunted and I give it to any nigga that want it (yeah)
Stay out the dar 'cause if I catch you when the sun
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