Lyrics:
How was your party? "It was so ass"
Mine was so sick, no covid mask
Bitties tryna fuck, yeah, I'm doin' the dash
Don't drive drunk, Bandicoot, you
Your fanbase wanna get rid of you
Still in the hood doin it
I don't know why I'm doin this, we don't eve move a lot of units
But ain't no threats,
keep, keep on
Well it's the king of the hover trade and the sergeant of snow
They call me Mr. Killa Gram in case yo ass ain't know
I'm the boss
I ain't for the talkin' and don't do it often But we gon' confirm some allegations
Niggas deserve some desperation Niggas deserve to do some takin
It
the music loud
I'm bout to mix it up and blend in in the crowd
Whip, slip, slide by the dancefloor
Baby grab me by the hand say she wanna dance, oh oh
Is
on the same page
Stabbed in the back by the people that I love
Been down too long asking god why I ain't up
I ain't have nobody there just the streets
tough
What is it? This for them, suckas
Nigga, I came from a long line of playas
That ain't scared of nar' one of y'all, motherfuckers
I see these
hits
Drink so much henny it fall out my lip
Smoke by the pound smoke by the zip
Full auto like Beyblade let that shit rip
Couldn't wait till I got out
parked across the street
And then it hit, I ain't really slept that long in a week
Matter fact I don't even remember falling asleep
Atlantic office
it's 6 in the mornin'
Should I stay, ain't got no time to play
Put my ??? by my t-shirt
Then I break, to the door
My partner's three deep in a six-four
eat dog world, and that ain't no lie.
Listen! it ain't even safe no more to walk the streets at night,
I'm doin' fine, on cloud nine.
Let me tell you
love and couldn't see that u was doin everything for me but now I see
I'm sorry for the pain caused by me all I really hope is that ur love aint deceased
help im by myself, not to mention
And I ain't never ever slippin', always keep a blicky with me when I'm ridin' through them trenches
It's a lot of bands
the location from your homies
They just got you took (Got you took)
I do all this shit by my lonely
Ain't hard as it looks (Ain't hard)
1080, that's the slogan
of the homies jus got dusted
Time to do some dirt, uhh, I never trusted
them bustas shot him in the shirt, dead on arrival
Now the town is funky, it's called
Hey
How you doin', my boy
Is you doin' okay
Look, I ain't gotta go brag
Shawty want grab from the back of my bag
I got some bands from the work of my
doin' a drive-by, I don't want no 9
This stick got some kick
Might jump on live and
Play some unreleased shit
Every time I do it, my fans
Go crazy, they
just rent it out
See, I ain't none of them
Who ride around on rented rims
Change on the weekend
And floss in him mama's Benz
See, when I hit
[Verse 3 - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Criticized by the main stream
For not bein the house jig and keepin things squeaky clean
But I can't, so I ain't
But I won't play
the pavement
Unpeel the wood when I'm in the spaceship
Fuck that lil' roach no I ain't gon' save it
Fuck that lil' ho no I cannot save her
Fuck your lil'
cause
Your ass ain't around you cheatin' on me
(bitch) , with every motherfucker in town
I tried to play it like it's cool
But I feel the repercussion
now I'm settin up, the ultimate drive-by
And when you hear this shit
It make the world say "DAMN!", "I wanna kill Sam"
"Do the niggas run this
Wrist cold like it just snowed
Full clip lotta ammo
New money and a new hoe
Don't kill my vibe I'm feelin good
Imma just smoke another wood
I'm doin shit
workin' for me
Swear it ain't really matter how I feel "how I feel
I gotta act like I'm doin alright "doin alright
I can't break it down how I feel "how I
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