Lyrics:
days I go by William'
And he talked about his new life and money he'd made out West
And he tried his hardest not to be that old boy we all new
'Til he
nothing sit in one spot
Front like you're hustling and really you're not
I've grown accustomed to niggas who lie
Eat by the pot sleep by the pot
Shit by
nothing sit in one spot
Front like you're hustling and really you're not
I've grown accustomed to niggas who lie
Eat by the pot sleep by the pot
Shit by
accustomed to niggas who lie. Eat by the pot sleep by the pot, shit by the pot you should be in the pot. One thing about G, G got a plot, a grand scheme to get
who ain't love me being me
From the searches by police
The dirt we did left muddy cleets
Put a half up on the digital and sold in my sleep
What Who's
The name's Fiyablasta, got it memorized?
The abstract king is about to give you oblivion
Giving you vivid lyrics of written killings by spilling
forever, forever to inherit
This is war, I declare it
Time is money, I can't spare it
Futuristic, so simplistic
Please decipher my linguistics
Slow it down,
by a different bunch hot little girls
Speed it up, and let a real niggas see what ya got lil' girl
Got lil' doe, got something to blow
You wanna get
endowed
If you measured the
Strength of my click by the
Length of my dick
We'd be larger than life plus a tenth of an inch
[Chorus]
[Aesop]
Ya boy
We stay high all of the time
Roll up 3 lets hit a ride
We smoke weed just to get by
This is how I live my life
Roll up the bud and lets start smoking
don’t to for the money or allure
Cause a real brave night out here lives and dies by the sword
I’ve been down so many times that bouncing back became
down, your music's influenced by Whitney Bobby pills
While I am on fire, been gettin that Ricky Bobby feel
My cognitive ability decline's not beginning
I shoot up his coup
I chuck the deuce
Rung his lil neck then hang him by a noose
Got some new timbs I had blood on the boots
Took his head for
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
me They had me at their mercy but you didn't let them hurt me liberated by your verdict I knew this was your doing no proof but certainty I needed you
AK-K-K-K on
(brrt, bap, bap, bap)
Feel like you got hit by Julius Caesar
they like, "God, you on your way on? I'm like, "On my way"
You ever had so many
Would you ride then, if I wasn't drivin'?
If I wasn't ah, eight figure nigga by the name of Jigga
Would you come around me or would you clown me?
If I
Would you ride then, if I wasn't drivin'?
If I wasn't ah, eight figure nigga by the name of Jigga
Would you come around me or would you clown me?
If I
This that futuristic shit, bitch
It don't stop, I can't stop
These cats ain't never touched nothing
Ain't never gonna touch nothing
Spend too much
She do doughnuts in my head, over and over and over
'Til the cops pull her over
And then she say some real slick shit like
"I'm on my way by Weezy
system don't give a fuck about you
Everybody gonna die, gonna go one day, maybe it'll happen on a Monday
Drop into work and get hit by a Hyundai, fuck
me shawty, but I been watchin' you now for a while
Yo whole style, from yo toes to the way that you smile
And I hope you ain't offended by the way
and never fell
I spent my time in a plush hotel
John-John Phenomenon, deadly but calm
Word to my born, dead by dawn
Got the right to bear arm, ring
rise high
Remember the dead don't die less they fuck wit' I!
Niggas know who dope yo
Shit the flow is retched
And my gee too futuristic for you
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