Lyrics:
He don't wanna see me with more money than him that ain't my man
I be running with some top shottas
They gunning no one's quick to stop them
Police
fucker yea she a milf
Lc F bitch I land in Da Hills
Top shelf yea you know how I'm smokin my nigga
It's something bout sour and rollin it nigga
They
the increase gettin jack right in front of me
So I pull the tech close, my finger's on the trigger
Don't want to get wet, so they step
Cause mine's is slighty
jam and you jelly
Told y'all stop poppin' shit, you really wantin' some action jack son and give em the clip
Write 'em off like a script, turned it
and run
I do this for fun, enrage Doc Banner, you’re done
Smashin’ through your nine-car garage
Crash the Rover, jack the Ac’ and stop by for a massage
(It's Bluestrip, baby) yeah, ha ha
Yeah, okay, let me catch the beat
On a scam trip
Won't stop till the quest complete
Blocky-ass blue Balenciagas
I
kickstand, no bull like Estan
I'm a beast like the blue X-Men
Check the plantiff, they claim that
I murdered the beat with no stainless
Shoot, I just hopped
still do as the traffic drives by
Now fire took the jack pines, a few fought off the coal mines
The government tried but can't stop me
I'm proud to be
thought I had passed
But I was flunking senior year
It disappear
Reappear
By it being here I find myself beneath a blue sky
I'm never seeing clear
shots at you heathens, to stop you from breathin
When the cops come he bleedin, I think he need some CPR
See we are the illest niggaz out that's
Take a break
The pressure rips her apart
The baby duck in you has died
Push it out and F-word a duck
It's a bad time to be a duck
Girl with
and fashioned, each night by the evening news
you could stand on the street, talk 'til you're blue in the face
and they would not make you stop, 'cause you
Nigga, stop cappin', you bitch, Gucci socks matching the fit
My bitch, she act like a brat, pretty bitch having a fit
You niggas cuffin' these thots,
the Nawf, you got a problem with that
We do the blue when we floss, you got a problem with that
And we'll knock your head off, who got a problem with that
mannequins
Dressed by other brothers
Hiding under covers with mothers be panicking
Rambling
Gassing like they're Anakin
But red and blue lights are out
ain't arrived yet
Watch me take it back to prospect
Chiefing by the lake house for def' though super fresh
Skinny niggas vexed and my box logo is
That we never gon' stop and we never gon' fade
Twiztid in this bitch with the juggalo serande
Vampire, serial killa with an axe
I'm a maniac
Scarin'
cousin caught a next shot
Out in yard, tryna line up a headshot
Flew back home tryna get it by the headlock
I was getting boxes, banging it in Z shots
and hoop dreams
Trynna ball out like Bill Gates, blue screens
I've been doing this since Deon
Had on hoop rings
Me and drunk and of cocaine
Mexicans homies
the finish line,
On the bright side with the light side,
By the fire site,
Through the dark night,
Take flight on my bike,
It's an R6,
We are well equipped,
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