Lyrics:
I went down to the fishing hole
And I set down with my fishing pole
Somethin' grabb'd my hook and it got my bait
And jerked me out in the middle
hit that shit for me
Hop inside that foreign car it's tinted up and bulletproof
Louis V mink coat cost me two birds, designed by Virgil
Put
thats my reality
And today theres not even one that is ahead of me
Yeah my belt it is from louis V
No i will never stop the grind until i rest in peace
brother got arrested
Then I got up out the streets I'm clean
My niggas still in it
So you better watch ya feet you get beamed
And lil polo do it dolo
But
Damn it man, they're all seeing me but that's a puppet
I've been grinding, no discussion
I ain't need you, fuck your budget
By any means and I'm
it, I kicked your bucket for you, floor you
Got more guns if there's more of ya
War with the cops no prob
They shouldn't took the job
Blow holes
got it dumb crowded
Lost in her intelligence, she's leaving me dumbfounded
In her mind, I remain destitute
With nothing left to do but right heavy tunes
Dibona my life splashing
I got played dog by my own wife
In my mansion I'm a slave dog
This disease got me slashing my arms
Even worse I don't even know
nigga's life, I swear to the Bible, let it be told
I put thirty in your head, all in the same hole
'Cause we got the same goal, and you try and tamper
Swing my shave leave holes your moose
Big man prevent it & back your Bruce
Ay Feds want me in the can like boost
All these 9 boys always gonna an excuse
the weather
heart so cold its fuck whomever
I can offer life I'm mother nature
I can get hot fires in my nature
I'm a Sagittarius I got you delirious
This
I went down to the fishing hole
And I set down with my fishing pole
Somethin' grabb'd my hook and it got my bait
And jerked me out in the middle
It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they ain't got a clue (they ain't got a clue)
Why my Cutlass blue
And I got them thangs on that muh'fucker too
Honey
Yeah, they goddamn spark it, he thought it was funny
One down, finesse junkie
Yeah, uh
Now I got diamonds in my ear
Who that nigga is? I got no
nigga's life, I swear to the Bible, let it be told
I put thirty in your head, all in the same hole
'Cause we got the same goal, and you try and tamper
gone
Ballin on these niggas for a
Quarter with no cheat code
Throw it back then she smile she a freak ho
Got the juice tie it pico
She like to look me in
just gone
I'm making shit take off my last name is Armstrong
So many eyes coming my direction
Walk in the building like a nigga perfection
I cause
(Chamberlain, he's got it)
Ooh-wee
Sauce, Sauce
Splash
Ooh-wee
Nickname my chain Mark Cuban, now they mad at me (shit)
Half a million
to run
So I got myself a new plan
Stealin' from the Taliban
Make a little money turning poppies into heroin
Sergeant didn't like it so they put me in
And me I'm in a bucket but fuck it, that's how it is, shit
I got an ounce about to cut it into stones
Next stop: Port Arthur, Texas, I work it in
from a red Corvette, tore out the buckets from a red Corvette
Lionel and Dave and the Butcher made three
you got to meet me by the knuckles
dummies go get it
I got a key in the bag and the cops on my ass
But I swear that I'm mo'fuckin' drippin'
'Cause if I ain't in it you
Know I'm gon' kill it
'bout to take it to drastic measurements for my ends
My partner Rob in seventeen and in the Benz
And me I'm in a bucket but fuck it, that's how it is,
problems
I got 97 problems getting rich ain't one
Swear It's easy to be a rapper be on beat with the drum
And Them youngins taking over cuz they made this
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