Lyrics:
up & make them broke niggas sick
By any means necessary ima hit a lick(Yea)
Big boss status I’m plotting I ain playin around (Yea)
I’m coming for
I got a tendency to loose it, going numb
Forgetting what the use is, going dumb
I know the feelings hella fluid
So the truth can get confusing when
get the kid but they can never know me
I'm on to bigger better things
Some shit they never showed me
I gotta let go all the shit that left a nigga
huh
Four was mild but five is so wild
I can smoke a green mile
Got a chrome nina Rolls shined up for you, baby, blin' blaow
I rock a throwback
huh
Four was mild but five is so wild
I can smoke a green mile
Got a chrome nina Rolls shined up for you, baby, blin' blaow
I rock a throwback
next mission
That's why I can't quit
Just like LeBron
Get my niggas more chips
Just put the Rollie right back on my wrist
This watch came from
a big picture vision
you searchin’ for buffets but I can get you a crumb
I’m fallin’ off but you speak in fiction
she tried to cuff me because word
Ay suckas hate to see me get it like so, so
Bitches say they dig the way I kick it like so, so
Filthy rich and still I keep it pimping like so
like Trapp Nem, actually I was in the jungle With Trapp nem
Love my hood but I can’t get trapped In. Had to get up out the city shit Tragic
Lost count
at me like I'm high in the sky
Better turn away fore' you get a driveby
Like I wan go big
Hit a glow-up
Wan show up
Pour the four up
Lean inside the cup
Colleen is missing you Natane is missing you
(It's been too long and I'm lost without you)
By the way, Big we missing you Pac we missing you
We feel
layin my dick down
They can tell a true playa by the clothes that I wear
Game that I spit, and the length of my hair (Ok)
The more I come, the more I
to the ground
I got that strap imma bust it make the wrong mood
Then I swear that it's fuck it
Shot that boy down by the river, get you cousin
Bih there go my
the thing
I can't stand looking in my money pocket's thin (Wait till)
I get this money right
That's the thing
Hope it happens in a motherfucking blink
Wait
Tell me where the weed at
I got bad nerves, so I need that
Fire shit, can't get no high shit
Type of shit got me coughin' soon
As I light this shit
we never stagnant
You ain't puttin' in work?
Then I take advantage
Haha, I need a big body
PETE rollin' big za
Can't get a scent off me (Woo)
Walk wit'
bad news for you
I think you find me scary, cause I'm the freak You wanna be
Big A little a, bouncin' B
The sytem might get you
But It won't get me
No,
And you can tell by now I got it goin' on
See I wear my Adidas shoes real real tight
Just so I can do my windmills right
I'm fresh out the box, baby
put your glass up higher
Live your life like your on the big screen
I've got a big house, big car, big boat yeah we think
Big Big enough you can't miss
to the kitchen where the stove be
You get the baking soda I got yo D
Get the triple beam and measure out yo dope
Mix one gram of soda every seven grams
Ayo we finna get this shit bro this is VV I L D
You can call me V you can call me Double V
You can call me Jo-Jo you can call me JC
You can call me
can't cuff that bitch, No love, I ain't lovin' that bitch
Not stressing lemme smoke on my spliff, He a opp he get hit in his shit
Go up the road tryna get
Outcompete my peers, I was taught by my pops
I operate on another level, don't go by clocks
We got the alpha, No Beta
Real time, Big data
DoorDash,
the Mighty Mos Def
White folks gotta mumbled the chorus beneath they breathe
(I didn't say it)
But they'll say it out loud again
When they get with they
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