Lyrics:
ain't
Boy, you good with the Josh, boy, I'm good with the Drac'
Pulled this bitch out my BAPE, you get put in yo' place
Yeah, ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit
how you talk
I'll send yo' punk ass to therapy to learn how to walk
I bust a clip, I'll hit ya hip, I'm takin? your shit
That's how the eses play for
livin', 'cause, yo, I'm living swell
But then again I'm livin' kind of foul
Cause my girl don't know that I'm out on the prowl"
To make a long story
livin', 'cause, yo, I'm living swell
But then again I'm livin' kind of foul
Cause my girl don't know that I'm out on the prowl"
To make a long story
They say I’m top 10 but I’m aiming for top 1
Play the game I’m so high In a plane like I’m top Gun
Tryna roast and take shots but They aim with
album
'Cause I'm in my prime, I'm hoping that's the outcome
I ain't tryna sign by an X like Malcolm
Where are the real artists 'cause I can't point out
Thratt 187 its a homicide
She said Buks scroll up and buy my premium
I told her stream the album hoe..this gas I'm kickin premium
Mommy that's the rapper
to Zion
Young Lion
End yo world like Mayans
Items I drip wit
All my cuddy's crip wit
Yo this fit, no mistake
I'm a misfit
Miss me wit that all bulllllshit
That's his first album
He start Shoot like a starter
Gripping on pressies
I call that the dead hand
Pop worked in bakeries
Bitch now I'm the bread man
No
don't want her to stop
Cge gang
I'm never gone stop
The album gone drop uh
Sometimes I just I need to come
Busting a nut and I'm done
Little bitch get
the yo like I'm mufuckin' Gotti
And no we don't care bout yo mufuckin' posse my gang in all black like the mufuckin' Akatsuki
Okay I get so high I talk
Yo once a pimp gets threats
That's right, that's the, the that's, that's threats them
And I'm serious about mine, I'm so sincere
And I, nigga I'll
Yo once a pimp gets threats
That's right, that's the, the that's, that's threats them
And I'm serious about mine, I'm so sincere
And I, nigga I'll
Like a pregnant hooker, at the end of her shift
I'm almost out of motherfucking fucks to give
So, fuck MGK and his resting bitch face
By the way… how
Cadillac drivin', stackin', providin'
Listen to the sounds of the sirens
I'm a O.G. nigga on a mission
Beans don't burn in the kitchen if you twist it
yo album done came and gone and you stupid ass still waitin
stackin paper off my work
Them no good son of a bitches got me livin for concerts
I
hate
I know that these bitches fake
Go fucc wit them niggas Aine trippin bitch just give me face
I'm not embarrassed by nothing I did I'm righteous
And I
know we moving miles
Tattered on my wrist
It's more than just a style
I'm living by the truth
I don't listen to their mouths
Buckle up
It's about to go
y'all be slipping
While I'm dripping
In my threads from the Gap
(Aye)
I'm just riding
Hey Lukey
Buddy boy
How are you?
Hey, your mom shared your new album
of my mind trying to shine like the sun in the sky
It's just because I want attention when I'm sliding by
Medium heavy guess I'm ready to rotate like
the DMs b
Maybe this shit meant to be
From IG to next to me
I think I see what Yo Gotti mean
Told me I had a million watchin'
I ain't think you ever noticed
This Album, is a specific album
Dedicated to a specific person
Just know that the reason why I’m heartless, is due to you
Ima need a Wave on this
Street life where we got no place to go
Street life where the struggle won't let you be
Street life where the drugs and thugs meet
Yo,yo,yo
I'm
butt ya fucker, here's a bloody nose
Yea that was yo bitch, but the dummy chose
Yea I'm grimy as fuck you got to love it tho
Shorty caught feelings after
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