Lyrics:
attention and some reefer
She like when I go deeper
Cause that's what she prefer
She said she wanna do somethin' for me
Bought some Rosè and roses by
Big guns big guns
With the Gz n we moven in silence
Gang with me n wen wilding
All my young niggas loving the violence
Styling
Driving by em
Hang
only do what we do to feed our families and keep it moving
From the time we get a hang of sharing the plate of food
Well, da pussyhole dem a run in
Feel
The cheapest ring on my body cost a hunnid (yeah)
I got 'bout a million worth in jewels
Look, I made a quarter up in London (yeah)
Then I bought
on wristwatch n****, tic toc big money on wristwatch n****
Imma do it like I wanna, do it like I’m suppose to, do it baby stick like a gun in a holster
Imma do it
to get rich light skin lavish n***a I'll take your bitch
I don't need no handouts I'd rather do it by myself I done came up from the dirt
And I don't want
some fun
Get guns, get funds
Do math, get sums
Got heat, got Suns
She smart, he dumb
Out reach, in sign
Steam weed, drink wine
Moms sun, I shine
Inline,
they blow
Out the cake candles, and if so
Is it for the sunken truth which could arise
From out the characters in which the ghetto hides
Roses in
they blow
Out the cake candles, and if so
Is it for the sunken truth which could arise
From out the characters in which the ghetto hides
Roses in
when you hear a piggy die
I might choose a gun (no)
I might choose an axe (yes)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks
Three little
Uh, riot pump, riot pump
Uh, riot pump
Uh, let's get this shit crackin' man
Yo
Verse 1:
This that gun in the spine (spine)
This that one of a kind
the attitude; I say f*** being humble
You act like a animal; you stuck in the jungle
N****s don't care if I'm poor or rich
So I don't care about these n
on
Hit a nigga dead in the chest, like Saquon with the stiff arm
Damn, I'm thinkin' drive bys (yeah, yeah), yeah
Walk ups, run downs, kick doors and lay
dis rappn n stuff
A part of me said quit da shit I thought it neva work
Nikkas tryna leach off me go get yo own work
A Hunnid shots ring like a bell
We
wine and wafer
You’ll get buried in the
Desert like I’m Gator, hater!
When the rats rose up and broke their silence
And assembled on the shores
doorbell
You sure this grow house? Yeah I can tell by the smell
We get in we get out meet back at the hotel
5 words let's get paid don't tell
Oh you
die tee moet bring
Dis net kieries en krukke en tot 'n loop-ring
En iewers hou tannie bely die FAK sing
Dit was 'n middag, wat 'n middag by die oues
'sniff stickers
I shoot videos and get knobs slobbed in trailers
Then hit stage and break a leg like Lawrence Taylor
You pricks is all talk, and it's bad for
on the street, back on her feet
Clappin' the heat
She's dressed to kill
Iced-out head to toe, a snake in black
She's cleared, to, get ill
She's about
our breath in chili's sound, can't breathe
but common wind and rose water of some women
named rosewoman? if you want the feel of musical
fume, but
Inhale
Exhale
Stellar night
Bushwick
West Santa Monica
Guns in the pulpit
All that I need to get by
All that I need to get by
All that I need to get by
is a fat pussy finna get fucked, its like tha nigga
Slip-n-Slide 'til I die ass nigga
Pull a nigga hoe in tha fly ass Jetta
And fuck on anotha
Ahh! I kicks it off, n**** what rhyme wit no f***in problem,
down wit them drama boys, an also Eightball,
understand I gotta plan, to get me some
of the buck ting when I bucked in
And in the jaw right where I bucked in
Don't really care if you go to gym
Get put down by the lead like drawing
To kick
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