Lyrics:
I'm taking off like a rocket interstellar it's best you land ship
Shawty got the juice but can't be on my Instagram flicks
Rich Life Forever that's
I'm the truth til my fuckin roof missin
Mac stay stuck in the Coupe to school pigeons
Feathers gettin plucked in the truck from loose chickens, listen
some toothpaste leave her white
She got thick anime thighs
Ayy your girl she hit my line like
I'm like hey hi how you doing
Just got shot right here by
myself of ops for the sake of my livelihood
Lungs healthy, I don’t fuck with Backs; stabbers or the woods
Not a banger so I ain’t got restrictions in any
I'm just a child of the rage
Living my life in a blaze
I dub your opinion
Ima dog out the cage now
I got a flee when Jake's out
Give you my life
nigga times is hard
Got jugs of water buried all across my yard
One time on my line tryin ta find a cause
Toss a nigga in the street and reach up under
Connoiseur)
Shout to my big brother Ian, stayin' out for Kicks Hawaii Crew (Crabby, Henry), Aloha! Huh
Aubrass, shout to Ricky Kim, shout to Chuck Anderson
what we fought, you're makin' six packs
There's some got our hope out of control
Of my soul, pass the Ol' Gold
Behold the pale horse, Supreme Court
She' don't know my name
She just know me by my aim (aim aim)
She just know me by my aim (aim aim)
Aim tyga man again
Got a little message for
and my shoes got Nike checks (Nike checks)
Z-z-z-z, pull a 6 up to the jet
Z-z-z-z, as I chuck up the set
Z-z-z-z, gotta keep this shit west (Bounce,
the house by Chuck D's side
Chuck got the flavor, Flav don't hide
P.E. crazy, crazy P.E., makin' crazy Louie's for the shoppin' spree
Ya eatin' dirt 'cause
I see motherfuckers staring like they wanna step
So I'm grabbing my rusty screw driver
In case I got to cut ya deeper than Vanessa Del Rio's vagina
with your sista
Lookin' at my lips like you wanted me to kiss ya
Told me your name And I told you Mac
We exchanged phone number...Like that
Off
the Mac, start lettin off frustration
It's better than incarceration any day, we gonn' die anyway
So if I go out blastin, call it my fate
I got niggas in
money nigga y chase hoes
Dey aint even want me till my neck got froze
And da price got told
stories by trips in da nice sized homes
Its a game play da
my eyes
Now can your mind picture, a thug nigga drinkin' hard liquor
This ghetto life has got me catchin' up to God quicker
Who would figure that
she a Chuck E. Cheese token
Fuck I look like cuffing a hoe with no motion
Oh you tripping if you thinking shit sweet
Got goons walkin down on your
from the food
So I lie on my back in the dark in the nude
I can't eat no more
I got to use a straw
But if the Devil dragged me down to the kitchen
I
mine on me wherever I was at
Heard some niggas had some money on my hat
(Live by it you die by it)
Uh, 223.'S, K's, and Mac's
You send a shooter here
around for the go down
Hip-hop classic bound as I clown, house to town
And have it my way, jewlery parvay
Mack 10 got your hottie hot
left
I see motherf***ers staring like they want to step
So I'm grabin' my rusty screw driver
In case I got to cut ya deeper than Vanessa Del Rio's
I hold Mac's with 2-1's
plus the deuce-5's at my side so I got two guns (That's right)
Chorus:
It don't stop til the casket drop
Quick
I see motherfuckers staring like they wanna step
So I'm grabbing my rusty screw driver
In case I got to cut ya deeper than Vanessa Del Rio's vagina
speed chase, I gotta
(Get it in)
I got the cops on my case, I gotta
(Get it in)
I got the IRS all after me, yo, I gotta
(Get it in)
I got the Feds after
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