Lyrics:
a rusty screwdriver, blaow (I'll fuckin')
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick
Off the fuckin twelve story building out this
a rusty screwdriver, blaow (I'll fuckin')
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick
Off the fuckin twelve story building out this
down the window macking on these 3-0-4's
They creeping peeping to the game but they all the same
Rolling round wid me this trying ta get up in yo brain
a better tomorrow
Coach, put me in the game
I'm for real, other peoples tryna to put me in them chains
Whatever the topic, let's put it in the frame
We can
that's rude bruh
Learn to follow yo' rules bruh
Set by every real street nigga who kept it G and paid dues bruh
Fake n***** just line 'em up
Watch in
DJ Khaled, bitch the major key
Do shit I wanna I do shit obscene
We ending yo' game just like a laser beam
Feel like I'm Rocky I feel like I'm Creed
I
hang em all by ropes
Never put trust in yo players They always do the most
Get this paper by slice but we headed straight for the loaf yeah
Verse 2:
Lifes a cold game
Everyday that I awake
Take a knee and thank the man
Cause I gotta give him praise
Ask for my forgiveness
For my sins from
won't you hook a chew scorns, she tellin you buy
Street poetry is how ya boy get paid
And I wear no Escalade, metallic, black or beige
Yo when I walk up
raised by the shell
Dug myself into a hole but then I made it a well
I said I'm done playing they still think that it's a game
This is not a swisher, it's
Yo,yo,yo what's up my g
You feeling me now you see
Wanna come ride with a girl like me
Yo,yo,yo what's up my g
You feeling me now you see
Wanna come ride
It ain't real if yo loyalty I gotta question
I ride by myself that's the end of discussion if
I cut em off got two words for em fuck em huh
On the way
for me
Don't run outta gas girl
Down break it down for me
Don't run outta gas girl
(Yo yo yo)
I'm def'er than Jermaine, you could say I'm so so
Player
fair
Bullets fly when they dubula dubula
Booyakah booyakah booyakah
Man down body out cold when they dubula dubula
Booyakah booyakah booyakah
Somebody's
Like a gun shot
Twist' is yo' flow cold?
Well I think so
Kim do you got dranks
Crist' by the box
Twist' do you got smokes
Well I got 'dro, now baby
get away yo
Than this here's for ya
If you ever lost a good
One and felt all alone
Let her slip away and got left on your own
If you know she was
for yo love
Pressed for yo time
Drive me out my mind
Then I give you my mind
Give you dick for some days
I'm impressed by your game
I'm obsessed with yo
Juice, son?)
I bought toast and got life (you remember Juice?)
General Emanuel, cell block, cold crop
Got bagged up, weed, by cream cop
Fuck the world
Yo JT tell her to give me a 7 UP man
Hey, hey that bitch tripping man, hey bring us some drinks hoe
Man that show was liver than a motherfucker
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
Too turnt lift me up
Hurt fuck love
Turn up
Word yuhhh
This aint no new game gotta pop off when I go out
Kickin it like Lou kang got a bad
Totally psychic open your mind quick as the vibe kicks word to my sidekick
Sex boi let's hoi jislaaik yo yo yo yo yo check out this hype flow
I go by
as you staying by me
When all yo feelings leaking out
That's the same sht I've been peepin out
Got game from it but it creeps you out
I want a gold
And way Out of your depth your cred’s startin’ to stink
It’s war no retreat to release the blame
He’s a wordsmith chef sets The table of the game
Yo he’s
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