Lyrics:
spine, it's that or the back of the seat
I saw a video of his lil' daughter this mornin', it made me so happy to see
Happy her daddy was
of the nose
Soul, let 'em know 'bout them blocks that we rose from
Legend in my city, must acknowledge it
I hustle 'fore fightin', head down, they Robinson,
know your fucking mandem and them others understand
Don't flex that watch don't flex that car it was paid by your girls onlyfans
How you gunna live life
Young hot nigga they can tell they can tell
Yea I'm on fire yea bitch what's that smell
Straight gasoline like I'm sponsored by shell
Came from
the Remy and Cris'
The video is directed by Benny and Chris
Treat a pager like a website with plenty of hits
I tell 'em this, you gotta be at least a dime
nothin
And I know my baby comin
This was sacred like a Covent
Second guess and guess it wasn't
Here's the worst part it's my cousin
Now the blood it feel
tracks
Two six racks
By the time I'm hitting roofs
I'm so bad
Yeah I know
I hit your boyfriend at the store
Make him leave you for a side that you don't
bruce, brian, bono, beck, yeah chuck berry
Prince stevie sly smokey johnny cash in my chevy
Heard some call me an uncle tom
Now that's petty
I
just want to dance and do backflips on top of my mattresses on acid
I guess, that's how she turning out so plastic
I'm way past it
This track will go
got rough that's who I needed most
I won't talk down on my family adults
But I know music is what revived my pulse
Growing up well, I didn't know what I
and I'm bringing me that energy
Smokin this blunt, gonna find me the melody
Coup president, that's a blacked out whip
Four by four aint enough as it is
Need
and commission
I got it all figured out like Columbo
I'll drop you like Dumbo
Your album is weak, and so is your video
Or should I say wackeo
Your girl
Bomb ass pussy
Bomb, oh, you got that bomb, know you got it
Bomb, oh, you got some bomb-ass pussy
Bomb, I know you got that bomb, bomb pussy
This king be spitting that's why my tooth got a damn crown
You ain't fuckin with mе like ig videos flagged down
Bitch we litty in the a by magic city you
a link over Palace
We finna pickup and dash and
You know we don't cook, just eat
I'm 23 on the heat and they know that
This nigga eating on the beat
He
dropped Naker it was all fate
I can't depend on no one
Not even for a video
They make some promises ain’t bout that shit they cap in ratios
Get em for
at the hole in the wall
Extra like a bonus track
My foes are in awe
Put Cavalli on my bitches breast
I share nothing til it manifest
Somebody tell’em we ain’t
don't matter, 'cause I know shit ain't really like that
'Cause if you said something dope, I know somebody else probably had to write that
You
Inside beotch
Yeah you know about that, real players
The real ones
I burn rubber on you quick as hell
You need some toilet paper, don't shit
tell if you saying it for a nut
Or in a way saying you're a nut
Every track'll let you know I am
Made it sound like I wrote it by hand
So much love when
and get outlined in chalk by the devil
I rep the borough that mothered this rap shit
I used to clap shit
Now I just lay back and mack on some mack shit
I
with this look
In his eyes like "Yo man
I wonder what's wrong with that guy?"
I was addicted, a video burn-out
And I would crazy when the guy
Would have
don't wanna go in public wearing Gucci"
Picking fights with girls but I'm not a woman beater
Why you going out with that treesh, you know she a cheater
havin' a ball
Well, it's silly of me to think that I
Would never get a chance to see a piece of this pie
I sat dead in front of speakers thinkin'
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