Lyrics:
Bitch better not come with no cash come with it
Fresh off the block racks in my pants can't fit it
Bitch come to my spot fat as big titties
Roll up
by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening
smooth I swear
Moving like I live around here
Momma said to get it how I live
I come through stealth
All by myself
Ringing them bells
Doing so well
don't want it to stop and I will not like crochet
Can't let no hoe distract me abide by what my bro say
And I can't forget it she dipping and I was at my
see the diamonds
They don't wanna see you ridin'
They don't wanna see you pull up foreign with a bunch of foreigns right behind you
They don't wanna
Hey how ya doin'
Sorry ya can't get through
Why don't you leave your name
And your number
And I'll get back to you
Hey how are ya doin'
Sorry
To the music business. Thank you"
Hey how ya doin'
Sorry ya can't get through
Why don't you leave your name
And your number
And I'll get back to you
Hey
You not even close
Don't compare goats to llamas
Been through a lot
And fought through it all
So I don't believe in trauma
It's a bad time
I pull up
Pull up on the scene, they recording
Fresh and so clean, I'm important
My sauce is so sexy, I'm pushing a Chevy
They gonna love me regardless
I pull up to tha spot
And best believe this glock gon pop
No soda can, I gotta glock
She wanna fight, and suck my cock
She wanna ride, can't hop in
Mandem calling me luffy finna come through while I bring out the one piece
Look at my wrist
You all be dead by half past two on my time piece
Get
Krueger imp'n on shoulders putting the lights out
Open eyes up no you can't sleep tonight y'all
They stealing dreams and will have your souls by
anything,anything,
You can't handle my ****,
Bcoz you're anything,anything,
By you,you're anything,anything,
You mans are anything,anything,
(Flava)
What?,wen we
I'm seeing blue
By my side through the night
Deep dive
Take me to that place
Underwater vibes
Puts me in a state
Pressure pushing down
Watch me
ain't great but I pull through, I lost a few
Niggas to the streets R.I.P to you
It's like somebody got my back my, and I can't pay em back
So I live like
you by my side girl you must be tired
The way you running through my mind I can't wait to call you mine
Baby we ain't got to rush we can take our time
Nail that s**t like acetone
Can't do features on this song, this s**t here gone set the tone
Can't be going through the phone, tryna pull up at my home
A flickering multitude piercing through blackest night
Erratic and chaotic patterns of sidereal light
Like a moth drawn in despite impending fate
my side hoes, in du Cap with a dime though
All these girls been ran through, on the low real snipe mode
I can't sleep, that's insomnia, so much ice,
through
I’m sick and tired of people telling me what I can’t do
I can’t lose, yeah, I’m always in my bag
Gotta make the cash until I can spend riches
I jus wanna smoke
I jus wanna drink
I jus wanna live my life my way
Ride thru the city
Wit my gang
Pull up to the party wit all my chains on
I jus
holding on to me
(Oh!) ause Ill pull down a cloud for you
(Pull a cloud for you)
Ill circle the stars and bring you one back
Ill walk through the sun
tried to shake it, man, I can't believe this shit is real
Heart pumping on the 101
This shit right here ain't no fun
Live and die by the gun
Get you
brawn staying stored
They thinking: "hey can we manage him?"
No, pull the metal too quick
They can't put a cap in him
I'm never getting lost
Instead I'm
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