Lyrics:
know that they hate when I get in this mode
Stick flash like a picture hop out leave em froze
Caught ah head tap left that boy by that pole
We spin every
sip Quagen Hi-Tech Wocky ion want Pai
I poured a pint inside a gallon I'm so fried (Yeah)
Aye, 2 RP's and 1 of these ah get ya by
Hot Boy can't go
a week I mad a big bag
White boy seen my video and said that shit rad
Lowkey im really top dog yall niggas middle class
Stop claiming you a man with yo
up and then "Who me?"
Locked in a trunk by Republican villains
Pinstripe suits, experts at killin
Civil war, but some want out
Trapped in a box
slammin like JUDO
I won't get abused like numbers, I'm MENUDO
I got the art down pat, pass the courderoy
this bad boy about to start to slack
Fuck how
number I'm back in yah
YESSSS~! It's always Mac, nigga the top spender
Just check your boy out in all his splendor
How I grind in the winter, cop up in
wearing a frown i'm loud, like a sloth
On the prowl, like a sloth
I devour, like a sloth no one can ever doubt
I'm downing pizzas by the box
I'll crown
(You stupid-ass lil' boy)
Ayy, like who you talkin' to?
You see it pokin' out my-
Guaranteein'- ayy
I put the rocket on you, point a nigga
ahead there was this terrible fright
There was a big fine lady, she was crossin' the street
She had a box with the disco beat
So I hit my brakes, but
was this terrible fright
There was a big fine lady, she was crossin' the street
She had a box with the disco beat
So I hit my brakes, but they're not
can't keep up
Boy ima dawg like im scooby dxx
He a goof she a duck they some looney tunes
Didn't give me a spot so I made so room
I make it shake like
(That boy Legazy go crazy)
I'm down bad till I cop me a milli
Down bad, yeah I don't got no feelings
AR with the clip it's extended
FN with the clips
on tilt
Have your pussy on fire with the whole box pell't
Nasty boy
You almost ruined her life
You almost ruined her life
You almost ruined her life
Girl
black tux, binocular
Black luxe, stop it I shouldn't be so popular
Name keep poppin' up face keep poppin' up
On the tube I'm just watchin' Pacquaio box
Walk on by your freak show second ring
I guess you didn't realize that your birds began to sing
Lion boy wonder is calling up the plan
And following
TikTok
Eighteen with big dreams, started a brand at sixteen
I really fucking wish these, bottom boys will diss me
Can't go back by my lonesome, cause bro
me, my Pops, my Mother
And R.I.P. to my uncle
Already a slim chance of them calling your number
So why these boys rap like they’ll get another
And then
Wandered by the wayside
Saw enough to know
Interlace lives
This ain't the road
That I was meant to step
Don't take me there
I gotta go back
No more
spitter with a pro black agenda
Supported by the black referendum
And this only a sliver of the splendor
Homie it's the sensei
A dope boy with a flow no lo
Yeah
Bitch
Mr. Beretta 2, don't fuck around
Yeah
Stormz got some hits, b-boy
Yeah
Yeah
Look
I tell them pop out
I call up some hittas who pull
[Chorus: x4]
These streets keep me rollin'
Can't stop cause these presidents I'm holdin'
You see I'm a killer by heart
A G by nature
You see
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
don't want no loaner
How you do all of that with one number
If she a bad bitch yeah I want her
Had a session with my ex and realized I how much I ain't
ride out
Oh lord, four boys, in a four by four textin' four whores like.. (Woooh)
Back to this ride shit
Liph on his passenger side shit
You know
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