Lyrics:
nobody that's fuckin' with M
Can't name nobody that's fuckin' with T
Shout out to we
Look at my belt, man, that say G and G
Broski my twin but he rock
started with a hectic ass morning
I woke up early on a Friday afternoon
Rolled out my bed just to make this tune
Feel like fuckin' shit had Henny night
head, we’ll get you down
Give a fuck about a clique, and who with you now
Get the fuck up off my dick and your bitch too now
Keep a motherfucking stick
necks severed, fuckin' zombies for rocks
Another jumped my back and we went through the glass into the parking lot
He tried to kill me, he told me "Gimme
teeth
No limp oh natural no hip to the hop with a mouthful of pop
No mountain of dew when I do no towel
I'll sweat it all over - over dim ladies, 80's got
Knots Landing
Duck, heavens to fuckin Merkatroid
I drop noise that employs the unbelievable
Recline like receding hairline, crime speaks fine
with a nine
Ahead
Ahead
Suddenly he heard the crack of thunder
And the rocks began to crumble overhead
And tumble down the mountain to the
Dismal swamp that lay
down to my corduroys (La Flame)
Got bottles by the cases
Pussy by different races
I had to get her right
That pussy changed my life (straight up)
That
my money, shit look like a mountain (ay)
If you standin' in my circle, you ain't get surrounded
I don't fuck with stupid hoes, I let 'em do they
to poppin' out that neon
Ay i just poured up in a Mountain Dew it look like freon
Just to slow the time im in my prime
I feel like im deon
Bitches aint want
sucked late at night by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on probation for stranglin' my boy Jason
Should be taking my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin'
Gadsden, Alabama
My name is Wayne, I'm from Alabama
Here's the back story
I just fell off the turnip truck with Ernest Tubb
I'm 33, I've got 3 kids
be foldin', fuckin' with Swollen
Queens get jacked by the king of spades
Buc Fifty, Mad Child, Prev Won, poker face
Full house, royal flush,
what's wrong with you
Ain't mean to fuck the lot of you, be gone by tomorrow noon
Always with my gang, I can't stand at bearin' solitude
DSY's my team
wrong with you
Ain't mean to fuck the lot of you
Be gone by tomorrow noon
Always with my gang
I can't stand at bearin' solitude
DSY's my team and we
Later) for it, no Aubrey
Switch my demeanor up I'm, off my 380 shit
My, future's bright, stars is by my head, baby shit
Make me sick, what you eat don't
still there
(Foe life) I'm still there
my house shoes get wet from the dew on the grass
up early in the morning takin' out the trash
feelin' like
there
My house shoes get wet from the dew on the grass
Up early in the morning takin' out the trash
Feelin' like a loser alcohol abuser
Two
Back when tigers used to smoke I used to kick it
In some dark, dark threads
Rollin' D20s, fuckin' quick as a whip
'Til they cut off my head
It's
Body and head was seperate, totally disconnected
Bust back two shots
at ones that standin with cannons up on the rooftops
that drew glocks, but my 20/20
with your broad
I got to the show, ayy and I know they want me to rock out
I was tryna listen to your problem, marijuana
I'mma wipe my jewelry, all my
step up to me you would never benefit
Nigga if I started I'mma finish it
Run up on a mothafucka while he's fuckin a chick
Put a bullet in her head
of my Bentley Coup
Head shots so mother fuckers can't regroup, can't recoup
I'll be damned if you get more points than me
Sell more joints than me
and drink your blood like a Mountain Dew
I descend to lend a friend a helping hand
to stop a trend, again and again and again, I just can't say when
I
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