Lyrics:
reading, I?ll check this.
KWIRK
Oh, oh, I see, yah, yes, n-now my communicator. Get me engineering.
EUBANGDERE
That?s my box, Captain!
KWIRK
Oh,
the ass
Staff getting rigid, wasn't gonna take away the visits
Segregate niggas by theyself and make 'em stay with it
Wicked, swung the shank around
just wanna rap
Facts cass' ain't strapped! You wanna ride
In ya girl car 10K I want him dead!
Put some numbers up for his box
Since he think he
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
they don't ever listen
Disrespect boys, then we ex boys
Uh, moonwalk, beat like a boom box (Beat)
With the shits like I'm Riley from The Boondocks
the throat
Until he called on me
Cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three
And I don't want what Jay's got on his table
Or the box
look
I bring up money, they change up the topic
I got a 19 and it fold in my pocket
She gave me her number, now I gotta block it
I'm mixin'
for his life
And I never got chased by a Rambo knife
but your bro got chinged by a
Rambo knife
Every other time that we go on glides The number
different we not in the same league
Paid ya rent for a fit that's living lavishly
Keep track of them numbers don’t let em fly by
You in a bad position you
Run up them numbers and bringing it back
Picking up shawty put her friends in the back
Off white presto with skinnies all black
Get put in a box
I'm stuffed with pastries and drunk with power
Now they're puttin' up my statue by the Eiffel Tower
A little more to the left, boys, a little more
to get at you
Heaters make plenty fold
To sweep like a clean up crew ya dig
Putting up
Thats numbers like a box office
This twat swollen
Going be hard
life are free
Girl u got game but a nigga kinda hard to play like scratches on a dvd
I met her of in diamonds in dallas like ddp she love the smell of my
friends, that's the old me (uh-uh), ayy
Diamonds in my ears like anchovies (ice)
My big brother by my side like Ginobli (uh-uh, boom)
He a shooter, his
grabbed him by the throat until he called on me
'Cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three
Now I don't want what Jay's got on the table
puttin' up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by sixes and Hummers, bitches among us
Tryin' not to let this bullshit become us
It started from hunger, 'til
at the store
I got a box of socks and a million mega blocks
And a polisher of rocks and a couple cuckoo clocks
And a brand new mailbox or a cd by the knox
reading, I?ll check this.
KWIRK
Oh, oh, I see, yah, yes, n-now my communicator. Get me engineering.
EUBANGDERE
That?s my box, Captain!
KWIRK
Oh,
puttin' up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by sixes and Hummers, bitches among us
Tryin' not to let this bullshit become us
It started from hunger, 'til
and graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm and Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like granite
Closest ones to me want to see me in a box
Is it jealousy or am I cursed by the gods
My son's mother don't know when or where to start
All
trippin
I been movin round stackin up my sack
I wanna make atleast a 100k and that number exact
Niggi real rap
I ain’t a singer niggi no I ain’t no cap
Know he wanna be me, nigga can't see me (Hoo)
New ring lookin' like a DVD
Boy better chill like he just hit the CBD
My niggas shoot and swipe just like
Summer
Rollin round the
Rollin' through the city I can't help but text yo number
'Member when we kicked it like Liu Kang all through the Summer
I
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