Lyrics:
'll know what it is, man
I told ya'll, huh? I didn't? Watch this one, though (Goon Squad!)
Aiyo, I know niggas that get dusted and wild out
They foul
up, laughing after it's blowing up
Think I'm playing by my pistol, until I'm smacking it over ya
Shooting spiders off my rims, like I got
chorus
Told ya'll I was gonna bump like this
Ya'll didn't think that I could bump like this
Said I told ya'll I was gonna bump like this
Turn around
beat
For what I'm 'bout
To say but listen man i told these niggas
It's lonely at the top but
When you at the top, you don't need a loan
(Cassidy pauses)
on my fit, yup
Style my drip, yup
Style my drip, yup
I got my hands on my city I feel like the mayor
She choosing on me I got two in my sheets
Make it
supposed to be out to get riches
I'm the individual with the biggest balls
Run up with the hog, yippy ya'll
Like my nigga from the mob
Told me, "Little
that Public Enemy
I seen on the tuba."
No
I'm like your Uncle baby.
The style of your beautiful face
Drives me crazy.
Well can we do ya so Heavy ah
plain
I'ma flood mine
Alligator bloodeline
Trade the finest coke
And write one time
Verse 3: styles
Ya niggaz ain't hearin' me out
Til i pop up
of them mysterious types huh)
Hehehe yeah
(That's cool
I mean I was watching you from over there
And I just decided to come by and say hello)
Mmm hello
the law on us
They want us in jails, with bails too high to bond, but am I the Don?
Shit, I'll be out by the morn', word bond
My game is on lock, till
[Treach]
This ain't got shit to do wit shampoo
But watch your head n shoulders brother older bold enough to fold ya
Yo I told ya a raid afraid of what I
New erotic sounds is goin' down now listen
I can hear your heartbeat, you're sweatin' I can paint a perfect picture
I get deeper and deeper, I told ya
outtie
Headed back to the crib where she can live and get it clouty
At eight o'clock, we meet up at that after-work spot (Yeah)
If no one told ya today,
style's more foul than a pork chop
I rock the hip-hop, non-stop tick-tock
Around the big clock, witta spot, tick-tock
Pin the tail on the jackass, it
Stay away ya old style foreign, can't translate
Boss man, marksman can't let em see me shake
Tourin, securing my destiny it's all fate
Luckily, I
she knows it's time to bone (woo)
Yeah one hundred (yeah one hundred)
That's what i'm gone keep counting too
Cause from day one I stayed true
Told
too square
Ya too square
Ya too square
Round up
Ya too square
Ya too square
Ya too square
Round up
You can't buy taste & you can't buy style
the when I was barely getting by
All I had ta do was keep my eyes on the prize
Kick it in overdrive
While haters fall by the wayside
To hot ta touch
Built
talkin' now the feds say I'm insane
A psych said I'm gonna fumble
Down along the planner
And then his son told me
"Put down the drink dawg"
I got the rinks
Covers talkin' now the feds say I'm insane
A psych said I'm gonna fumble down along the planner
And then his son told me "Put down the drink dawg"
I got
a story to be told (uu-uuh)
yes I want to get to know you, thats my entire goal
but I wont show you my teeth just to please ya (please do an ascending aah
'bout that white girl
Feeling good to be black
Ya whole hood I seize that
Breaking down the, fuck all that feedback
Gone by the morning
I landed soon
a whole team right
Yeah ah
He think that he gon' take it from me
He said I should give it up 'cause he got money
Told him I don't think that I can please ya
Headed Individual style haha
Check it out!
[Verse 1]
Can you hear the gangsta bounce
As I step up in the house?
I got chu wonderin'
Who am I the one
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