Lyrics:
scared to shoot
Gimme the K, I'll spray it for you
Got some white people out of town who be paying double
But I'll send my runner wit the bag, he'll sell
woi, woi, woi) Gimme more, gimme more
Stepped out in some designer couture
Out to all my YG's on the ends
Keep doing you cah you gotta get yours
In my
a brand new Ferrari
Gotta get it when we get the tabs like Mari
Mario running for pixels, Get your cardio with red tag on your back like missiles (yea)
I'm
cheap
But nothing is actually free
Move out the way when I’m coming
Just gimme some space and some hoes
By the dozen
Stage dive in the crowd it got
in some lines
Lifted up Yota sittin high in the sky
And ya know I got a dixie dime up by my side
Hell yeah I know she's down to ride back to the back
kicked the bass like an NFL punter
And scoped the booty like a big game hunter
I said to the girl, "Yo, you look tired
Let's go get some rest, relax by
gimme 25
by spots and hit the door, I hear somebody knock
damn how time flies when you havin fun
all the things we did when we were young
still stayed
you see, these stupid people take
This paper for some food, yup)
(But you see, these stupid people take
This paper for some food, yup)
Back
Chorus:
From what I was told niggaz say I'm a hit No Limit like Pac,
Hit Death Row and make some mon', now dance hoe
And blow, up like the world trade
in a Hyundai, blast
Give em a good reason to open Alcatraz
Back, nobody got the Red shook
Been a weirdo ever since the doctor said PUSH
Def Squad
in a Hyundai, blast
Give em a good reason to open Alcatraz
Back, nobody got the Red shook
Been a weirdo ever since the doctor said PUSH
Def Squad
All my people try to love
But the good outweighed by the bad
And when the time is up
Cant be looking back and wish that we had
And if you tell me you
day
Bitch, I smell like Dolce cologne
I been mixin' OJ and Patron
You can dig ya own grave alone
I been drunk the whole day, whole day
Back, back; gimme
talk and no bussin'
So many bitches and they fuckin'
Just woke up and I'm already bussin'
Drop one and I start buzzin'
Back in the stu deep, musty
I put
Lucy get ta two Stepping with da lemon steppas
Aye
Fuck it gimme ya chedda
Imma cop a band, take a pic
Flip it NFT to 3 billy by noon
Then by the pool by
of luxuriant chairs
And you won't know a thing till you get inside, yeah
Run with me
Run with me
Run with me
Let's run
Some outlaws lived by the side
all out for mines
Cause there won't be a next time
So what you wanna do punk, back up a little
Gimme some space, I'm hittin hearts, street sweeper
too much lil man
Thin waist but her ass goddamn
When she walk by make you wanna pipe right there
It's a red light lemme go and find Roxanne
Ima find
Uh yeah
It's kind of raw what we fighting for
Travel off fueled by the pollywog
Wag the dog
Asinine assassinations get us into world wars
False
just gimme the right space of time
to pick up the phone an make up a line
but if you send a text of ya shite
when a don't send one back don't ask why
cos
No like Moses parting the Red Sea
Like a Chauffeur me at the back of a Bentley
So I step out all white can't stain
What you want, rosé champagne
I
No like Moses parting the Red Sea
Like a Chauffeur me at the back of a Bentley
So I step out all white can't stain
What you want Rozay Champagne
I
walk get crickets (No noise)
Bet we set the party off they all in by the minute
Darkskin in the lobby gimme body my prescription
Im ignant, wear 11
know I know that shit gon back fire
You attack, liar
I just need some meds for my pain
I'll be dead by the end of the day, motherfucker hold up
Give me
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