Lyrics:
cancer I love to get freaky
Hit my dance while I'm screaming out we straight
Nigga argue with who boy I don't even debate
I gave em a chance sweepstakes
seemed like the only ones ballin was the villains
Dollar signs in they eyes, lyin to our chill'un
I wanna kill 'em, I'd rather God hit 'em
They sellin
Digital Girl
Girl [X6]
My Digital Girl
The Dream:
Not a day goes by
Shawty, with out you in my mind, shawty
Donna Karen underwear, baby
I wanna see what's
go stupid on a dummy beat
Ion't trip about nobody, but lil boy I do the most We gone pop out at yo party, get 'em hit just by some shoes
We ain't never
a solid witness
That galaxy that's rocking beats and what does it give him
A hypnotical rhythm i spit bars and they listen
I rip raw when i hit em' i get
'cause I, pop that Cris
Go up in 3-10, and cop that six
Then roll around with yo cheese
Some of why y'all niggas mad 'cause I drop these hits
Thug ass
on the duck
But for now my time is taken, so bitch you gets naythin
Microphone check, hit the deck, if you can't take the heat
Original baby gangsta's
hit the road
Got that Mr P Drip
I got a straw if you wann sip
So much H2 blowing Os
My sneakers heavy take em off
I listened to your shit it sound like
to ride
Now ever since ruffles had ridges, Luda's had bitches
Pimp, get more gums then baby pictures
Menages wit sistas, veins poppin' out like shrimp,
Game we bout to get up in, so get a pen and take notes
‘Cause you c-sharp dudes out here handlin’
And dismantling instrumental tracks with great flows
So
to criticize how I'm doin' biz
Where my haters at? Where my haters at
JB a star, face the facts, you ain't changin' that
Hit em' one by one, get em' one by one
pass by
v.i.p everywhere dat I go
soon I as I hit da door they blaze dro
and if I muthafuckin die today
know dat I had da balls to say
Chorus:2x
streets niggaz shook up
When I eat up on that P alwAys pull out
When I pull I just shoot up
Disturb my peace you deceased
Bitch please get on your knees
of 10 thugs stay out the pin
Trying to get dividends
So you spit venom in lost souls
Dog now your boy stretching 10 from Calieo
All the way back
just sit back and get a good laugh while watching ‘em plot
I just sit back and get a good laugh while watching ‘em
I just do this shit with no
I'm high
I'm high
I'm high
I'm high
I'm high
I'm high
S-P-I-C-E about to hit it and crawl
Pull up the vega make it fat nigga got the crush
a piece o' yo face an if it get there, then it get there
Ain't no sneaking away
Hit em up, Lil Brody hit em up
Don't talk outside your mouth, I'll send my
everyone with me
Baby babbling
You won't find me when I hide in the trees
'Til I leap up high, get sniped in the knees
Can't handle the heat? Get out
know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw shit
Can't quit now, hard as a brick, what's this
Make em get down, head where I fit, more grip
get hit wit a boround
Moving to smooth for these bitches
I don’t even pressem I’m chasing that Cheddar
Diamond couture I spend it
Copped me a rollie
through
That I still kept it G
I got global scales, I'm booked overseas
But can still get you a price on them P's
How the fuck I crank this car with no keys
trippin, get the fuck out your emotions
Yea, tryna convince myself ain't nothing wrong with being broken
Every night I be toking, even when I'm grounded
fulfilling
I scream with the beastie boys, what time is it?
It's two o'clock, you gettin knocked out the box
Then kicked off the block, def squad hit squad
level elevation, my school got bad reputation
Some peeps asked if I was patient, laid the plan out
Bout to get paid, even got a damn scout, getaway driver
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