Lyrics:
the sun up, sun up like
Tell em shut up, shut up
All my niggas Jim Carrey going dumb and dumber like
Keep it a hunna-hunna
Yung Lux been hotter that
here
I know you thought I was all the way on my job by now
Well, I forgot my sweater and I'm on my way back
And I started to thinkin'
You sure
(Four, tres, two, uno)
Listen up, y'all, 'cause this is it
The beat that I'm bangin' is delicious
Fergalicious, definition make them boys go
the game go
But I'm off that back to the paper
Screamin fuck a hater
Man fuck em
I can tell by the look how you feel nigga
You ain't gotta fuck wit me for
I been up, now you want make up and kiss
You indirectly dissin’ me, it’s hard to keep it cool with all this heat that I’m releasing
But I’m cool
Back in my zone
Off this erc I pop me a four
All these diamond o call em my hoes
All these niggas they talk but don't know
They wan play with the boy
boys for fun
Get 'em all alone, and a thug is hung
Screamin' hey yea yea, hey yea
I like them wild girls, the way they throw that
When the music
hundred cash, that's a hell of a deal
I'm headed downtown, cruising through the alley
Tip-toeing in the street like Dally
Pulled up, moped
them shooters put that fye on em
Mixing all these drugs I'm tryna get my Bill Nye on
You sent him over here on his first drill well he gone die on it
I been workin like a boss
I'm tryna make it too the top
I know I'll take another loss
But that shit won't make me stop
Tryna get my point across,
of eyes that You a parasite
I'm para sailing over looking Ghetto paradise
Sound like that boy from Carolina Up in here tonite
You seen how much He spared My
time for haters i keep the toy
And they ain't fuckin wit the boy no
They know that we will tell them go back
Click clack show some respect or they can
chest
Rain or sunshine I admit that I'm fresh
And ya already knowing what I rep yep
I was always on grind while them other boys slept
Money on time bet I
Intro:
Ya I like the way that sounds, let it ride boys
Yo Austin why don't you tell em why us Montana boys are the way we are
Chorus:
Cause I was
Land of the free
But the skin I'm in identifies me
So the people around me
Energize me
Callin' all aboard this train ride
Talkin' 'bout raw
you?
Give me fifty Hennessy's on tha rocks for these boys
Can't stand male groupies move around with that noise
I'm tryin' to sit down and roll up
Look who pops outta the blue,
That Boy’s the truth/
Watch me hop into this coop,
That Nipsey Blue/
All these 20 Bills same color as,
A Mountain Dew/
'em up?
All the liars in this town
'Cause I'm coming home and I'm toeing the line
I just hope those boys I used to know
Are all doing fine, doing
Codeine needed
Oxycodone addict
Boy I'm team no sleep
I dont need no mattress
Let my young nigga smoke him
I dont need no matches
Live by three P's
the number one album, ou
And I told 'em all I'm excited, ouu
And I told 'em all that they righteous, ouu
All you gotta do is be with Christ (facts!)
Niggas
relapse, make me start back trappin'
Everybody in the city, saying that boy Tity done started back snapping
I hit the trap today, I'm gon' hit the club
On a different planet yeah I'm past gone
You claim you running numbers up but tell me what the stats on
All y'all bitches was capping, made em put the hats on
Got
Heard them niggas makin threats, tell 'em come do it
All my niggas with the shits, even in a fist fight
Bet them niggas still goin to bring a gun to it
callin' is right on time
Transformation, I must had a thousand lives and like three thousand wives
You should know that I'm slightly off, fightin' off
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