Lyrics:
Adversaries sending shots
I say no weapon
All this jazz that I'm cooking
Call me John Stockton
Intercessors in the paint
Call it shot blocking
Going harder with
ain't stressin
Tried to discard me regarding the message
But I got a guard that dissolves the aggression
Giving my all, will I stall aint a question
into the music turn that shit to paper,
I can't… uhh… fuckin date her,
Man the shit I be blowing got me elevated,
Blue check by my name, so bitch you
Who here always knew that women were so good at being lovely
Please don't only call me when you're lonely (Lonely)
Said you love me but you really gotta
Riding in that cell six by nine
No six nine didn't tell sitting in that hell
And they still need a handout
I aint got it but still give a handout
Kill
Lotta drip on me, water splashin' like the sea
I'm vegetarian, baby girl, I love that green Rockin' this V-Lone , mix match it' with Louis
V Your
before
But that girl was a must
And now she's a whore
Why'd you leave me
Ya I'm over it
You're the one beggin now
And I don't give a shit
Why'd you leave
the Lambo' in launch mode (hmm)
Release the things that'll keep me back (yeah)
Cut off my whole nine, free at last
Want me to be fake can't agree with that
This lil bitch a dime, she got me tryin' and tryin' and tryin' and tryin
Lil momma know that she fine, her build so devine
Buy her a Louis V purse
resurrect through the night
Came alright in a flight
You jokers are flying with me
You landed right on my kite
You jokers are sippin' sprite
Man throw that
late nights ridin' in the V
I don't want that little girl and bro, like, give the bitch to me
Man, my heart is feelin' numb, get on the beat and I go
gonna go when it bends
And all I know is what I'd give today to feel that way again, yeah
I made the most of no degree here selling cars
On the Westside
young ladies that's drivin' Miss Daisy
Drivin' me crazy, rock the beat baby!
Hop up out the 'eer, she beat up the payment
I don't give a 'eer, baby he
Yeah, Look
Yeah, Yeah
Run up the bands in a week
Diamonds my neck that peak
Fuckin’ that bitch by the bay
I got a brand new foreign
Diamonds my
every number from every woman passing me by
She's fly, black, Asian, Boriqua
Italian, mixed chicks, Middle Eastern
Eritrean, Ethiopian, how you
a homiside
It's gon be a homiside
See the evil in they eyes
Hate me as I'm riding by
Standing they on the side lines
They know it's a homiside
They know it's
Whoa, whoa (8)
Bitch, I'm in my bag, Gucci (Gucci)
Shirt Pucci (Pucci)
Check my belt, bitch, it's Louis (Whoa)
Your bitch choosin' (A million)
you will, I leave em stand still
Rap better than me, that noise please kill
Solve any crime like the great Dick Tracy
Make more jazz than the late
Chorus:
Louis vutton on my backpack
i just left the bank
where the cash at ?
upgraded my rank where the stats at
you can catch me posted where
Chorus:
Louis vutton on my backpack
i just left the bank
where the cash at ?
upgraded my rank where the stats at
you can catch me posted where
doper than the fluid cellur
I flip it all up by myself
I give my niggas recipes
So they can turn to something else
They love to work
That's why I
I-I-I-I-I-I
Ain't nobody gonna be doin' it for ya
I-I-I-I-I
I got dreams and I got time
But that ain't enough to get me by
So I stack it up, man, I gotta
When I pull up in that maybach
You know I'm getting racks
Fendi on me baby
You know that I'm getting big racks
Loui on me baby
I disappear like
go, let's go)
I don't want that bitch if she don't fuck in the stu', ayy (let's go)
She don't give me lip, but I need top like that toupee
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