Lyrics:
all this bullshit is just got me inching
Just a product of some messed up situations in place
But it is what it is cuz maybe I'm just bitchin as a kid
about me
I woke up this morning and figured I'd call you
In case I'm not here tomorrow
I'm hoping that I can borrow a piece of mind
I'm behind
4-5 is my sidekick clayco's my capital
Big rims, gold teeth
That country boy attitude
Don't make Saddam Hus' after you
Caught 'em caught 'em caught 'em
can't rock with the kid
See my rocks on gliss flip flop on the whip
Why would I be broke when Jesus owns all of this
My daddy is rich but not just in
I am
He got money in the bank
And a big ass crib and a big ass car
I figured out that shit
Conversation makes a relationship
Money issues break it
T-Shirt big; nigga, go to the gym
For the love of my clique, we up in this bitch
So sorry that your girl's suckin' my dick, throwin'
money in the air
a 40. with a beam
I put my clip in like I put my dick in
If the bitch is tripping man she can get to licking
Hit my nigga Kutty 9
If I'm caught up in
up from the back on ya back matter fact
Lemme Lay back watch you ride that
No disappointment
Creating the moment
Just satisfaction
No hidden
Yeah
Deja Miquel Hoe
Ha
Walk in the party yo bitch off the molly
Rollin' up piss yeah I pearl and I spark it
I know you mad I can tell by
Caught up in the moment, feeling so alive
The lights are blinding, the beat's a drive
I'm moving to the rhythm, can't stop myself
But little do I
hours on the time sheet
She said she got more than one
I got bout ten
Big daddy on the run
I'm getting chased by many men
I was raised up in the slum
I
had the Big Ass Burger
Too it would say it right on
The package – Big Ass Burger
You can't sneak it back up
Though they gotta strip search you they
these moments
4AM with no sleep borderline in hypnosis
It takes Cojones to exploit the opponents
Man I think the message was clear I'm a Demi-god and all
gon' move me
Bitch I walked out in some Ksubis, uh
This a big tonka, it's roomy, uh
You saying it's smoke then come shoot me
Switching up, y'all boys
on a backyard tab
High class white trash party on the patio
Too busy living in the moment
To keep up with the Joneses
The big house on the block
They keep
about this shit partner
Every move is so watched by these rich boxes
So why should I lose all my rich sponsors
I'm gone then you suddenly hip hoppin'
that's all ima say
Pull up and skate on you niggas that's hatin
I know you
I know you feeling a way
You caught a vibe cuz I'm lit in yo face
Got so much
a date or name
My partner lies there silent
In the land from which I came
Long ago we rode together
We'd ridden side by side
I loved him like a brother
me locked up (pussy)
Know a couple niggas want me dead (fuck 'em)
My dawg on the way back to the feds (damn)
Two big booty bitches in the bed (woo)
The big dawg knocked, no more runnin' in no traps
He fired off a back, thinkin' hard like
I come from the way where you don't live long
Can't nobody
when he get downstairs
Up 40 on that bitch this yo’ last sale
Said he wanted nine I left a tip, gave his ass 12
He wanna be a big dog alright, play dead
strike for Peewee
Street shit, bro can't catch him or up him
Put it on the net, I'll stuff him and tell him delete it
Got rap in the stream, no clean-up
Yeah, Willie The Kid
Bright lights, street lights
Summertime in apartment 409,
Had to clean up the kitchen with 409,
It Was cookin' up work,
Yeah, Willie The Kid
Bright lights, street lights
Summertime in apartment 409,
Had to clean up the kitchen with 409,
It Was cookin' up work,
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