Lyrics:
that gumbo with that fuckin' stick
If you seek then you shall find, that's the code that we live by
I don't Instagram, I pull up, I'm the bad guy
These are the words that I wrote so I hope that ya don't man
I'll never joke about the coke that you're smok-in
Understand you're fuckin' up
California
Let it run
I ain't stopping till I got my feet kicked up in California
In the area
We in the area
Roll another one
Pearl another one
I ain't
that's wet right about now
And y'all wanna do somethin' about it
Just dial 1-900, ultra-dik
And the brothers'll be in your town
Fuckin' shit up
Who's
Onna mission we sum young niggas tryna ball
We da dream team nigga whatcha fuckin thought
Diamonds freezin niggas they call me jack frost
Who want
of doris' got issues and wishes
Got the jam but gettin' paid up off the misses
Ain't nothin' wrong but wait fuck another love song
It's the brand
smell pussy (cause you a pussy ass nigga)
And I live by the trigger, so I'mma die by the trigger
I'm strapped up and G'd up fuck a cell feet up
Sittin'
shipe, go by the rule, shipe
Drop everything where you stand nigga,
Give it all up, like a man nigga
You workin with somethin, nigga bring me
double dutch
Ow, the bubble butch
All up in the party swangin' E's and C's
Wit a car full a heat, hope you want my beats
I came to the party dog by
Nigga, I wasn't lyin', went from SPAM to a fuckin' Lamb'
Chases duckin' 12, had to get up out the fuckin' jam
I got two rings on, two chains on
Three
gotta step it up
You need to get you a trap phone
Nigga you need to get one
Of these fuckin' Motorolas, baby
Niggas can't even track us, baby
Finger
Sick 'n' tired of critics
But I can take a hit
I'm all man
Alley oopin the vocal on jams
But they don't know it
They can blow it
and take a puff
You can tell I'm real, by lookin' in the ball of my eye.
I will get some cream from it, one day, your baby, and my baby.
Can my some dough on Teem
apart of that R.I.P. gang
Now you can say you reppin' some
But you just can't fuckin' talk
Cause you got turnt up by this motherfuckin' 7.62 gun
Mm-mm,
pay your tab
Fuckin' alcoholic
Chop it into grams
And sell it out in small bags
When you in a jam
You gon' get it all back
Say that you was rich
But you
blessed too
I can't even see my brothers free em at that jam fool
Sittin on this stool spittin' shit just like we used to do
Gang aye
They sent me up
my pocket I be lumping a sum
Think my niggas in a band by the way that they drum
Imma keep it str8 to the point only rollin up a wood heard you
a mind of a college professor and body of a goddess
I'm about KRS, Miles Davis, Pearl Jam, and Rakim,
Albizu Campos, mayor Giuli.. nah not him!
I'm about
work hard, but hard shit don't need no extra work
That's why I show up in a sweatshirt and let it burn
The world's mine, I just say, "Fuck it, let it
Or that I don't roll on every fuckin verse I'm rapping on
(That nigga Mystikal tighter than a motherfucker)
I came up off of _Peter Piper_ bells
that'll make ya say (damn)
Every time I make a jam, make ya want to say (damn)
E-swift test the rocket launcher, let's blow up the spot
Show 'em what
a bulldozer, rubble the building and build up a folder of fake's getting closure
This world is like a pearl in the galaxy
We got value in the highness like
position's next
Sent a picture of her titties blowing up my texts
I looked at 'em and almost ran my front bumper into Corvette
Enthused by the touch
girls or the new pearls
New Edition shit- If It Ain't Love, what in the world, is it?
It got the whole fuckin' world tinted
Got me rethinkin' fuckin
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