Lyrics:
start off soft,I can turn it to hard,
Then hit the boulevard in a drop top with a broad,
I walk the green import and push fast cars,
With a fetish for
YO, is in this to win this
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
Being broke was a tough pill to swallow
Hit the city I'm gone by tomorrow
Hop in the booth cuz it was all my sorrow
Racks in my pockets on chubby shit
sold a record
He wont a brick I told him meet me by the checker
I sack a pound up before I sold a raptor
He want a bet I told him meet me by
debt for that degree
In depth intelligence
Light bars on this track
I like cars that go fast
Where's the hook? Aye yo spit that
Goteem Goteem Goteem by
YO, is in this to win this
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
to the neighborhood
As we're walking there, my buddy and I get passed real slow by two cops in a squad car
Sure enough they pull a U-turn and stop us, asking us where
fuck with these hoes, they messy
See 12 on the side, I'm hitting the exit
We get in the room, she get aggressive
I hit from the the back she need
taking trips since back when Suli had Raw
Damn, I miss the boulevard
They had the Sue in them jars
You see, shit changed
This new weed don't hit the same
and my Story is rare
Was calling up djS
Letting the heat sing
I'm upping in gold
I'm outta control
Got beat by my teachers
In Haiti, I'm patient
They
I do keep it blood like a Piru
I'm in album mode
I'll try'n get every album sold
I'll compose hits like Al Capone
Down the road, no telling how it
hold me
Knew I had it in me back then
Chubby lul nigga that was old me
Boxed niggaz in my circle
Push up til my face turned purple
Alotta shit I had
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that's how
Cool it looks on her
I mean she's fine as hell
I'd definitely hit it!
Still Got It!
Shot hoops with Al in the yard i
Sucked he was much better
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
something to say, I don't care bout what come out ya mouth
I do not trip about money, it keep comin' in I'mma never run out
Hoes comin' in by the two's, if
luck
Like ahuh yeu yeu get hit by a truck
Playin' catch a girl, fuck a girl
Throw her in a sandwich
Just a young boy doing grown man shit
these hits
In my Blue Tints on Yeezy instruments
She a lil chubby on my dick she do the twist
She get it from her mommy damn I love Brazilians
I smoke
We aint out here playing checkers
Lil nigga this chess
Figure out the rest
Money coming in
Living life plenty fun
Done you never know
How many
Had to pee pee
Feels sneaky, kept in touch weekly
Broader cause he says he hit's
The pipe and gets sleepy
So hello to VC, watching Anna
My niggas hit
oh, girl, your body good
Boardroom smart, but I love it when they hood (yeah)
Aquazzura Amazon sandals in that emerald green
Same color gown by
Don't hit me when you down bad
Peace of mind, I'm glad I found that
Kinda crazy that I'm not mad
But don't hit me when you, you
But don't hit me when
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