Lyrics:
and stalkin the spot
But I know they wont go there
I shoot the K like a whole flare
Got that fire, that WOO! when im in the cut
Put the bitch in a range and she
it's no surprise
She got tricks in the stash
Stacking up the cash
Fast when it comes to the gas
By no means average
She's on when she's got to have
games like I wrote
Got em snitching by they text
And These niggas really whipped
Got my check in advance
For real what they said
Cause I'm catching
was sick, Mary had tha hot soup boiling.
Didn't know why but it felt so good,
Like some waffles in tha morning,
Headed back to tha woods.
Now I'm
a journalist, in the paper news
With the troop, came to dance
Money moves, like the Jews
I'm from the north of mtl, where you catch a cold as fast as you get a l
fall back 'til I'm rich
Machine gun flow when I spit
Glue pack in my mattresses
Real man of that hat trick shit
2 bands in my hands
I feel sick, 4 mans
(talking)
This that boy Sinner Tone, better known to y'all
And essay is cocked strong, giving you something
To ride and get high to, I'm chilling in
with nobody else
You should stay by yourself until I'm off the shelf
When you ready to unblock me
Just blow the dust off
I must cough you know I'm sick
Laughs
Beats by Jhay yeah
Aye yo
Best Rapper in Africa yeah I’m really popping
Niggas really asking why I be so cocky
You should ask your sister why
I was raised by sharks & orcas
Swam through the lines, I ain't care 'bout borders
I ain't checkin' in 'bout where I'm going
Because bitch, I was
tricks but I cannot be tricked I've been running this shit
I'm the youngest in charge
Look at the wrist had to dip it in piss just might give it a kiss
a pot to piss it Nor a window to fit
In the youth detention spittin bars with fatherless kids
They some marvolus kids, they just lack guidance
I'm on some
flipping
10 bows through the road get them gone now they missing
I'm punching in thinking of shit on the fly
Baccarat fragrance all she smell when I walk by
tricks
I’m in my new whip with my new bitch spooky night bangin gettin it in to my new shit
I keep 2 clips in case them bullets run out some do drive
up in the k, she like to move them keys
Up on 44th by 28th they like to blow and see
Pussy boy thought it was meant to be, we left him on a tee'
What you think my gun bust ice one
Down in Georgia
Six hours from Florida
Niggas get slaughtered
Boy where I'm from
Problems gon' get solved
By
(Islamic) No doubt (Doesn't matter to me
I'm a thug)
(Thugs, we praise Black Jesus, all day)
Young Kadafi in this bitch, set it off, nigga
We believed in you
is in yo' mouth
[Mack 10]
Yea, yea
It's all gravy, petty cash never fades me
So po' me a shot of 'gnac and purple haze me
I'm a hustler, gettin cash
Took a minute to get it
Now I'm livin the vision
No 20-20 restriction
I wear a lab coat when I'm cooking up in the kitchen
The shit I'm mixing got enough
twerking in the lobby can't stand can't blink
I get high won't care what you think
I'm gonna get wired as money in the bank
Pull it to the side gotta pinned
Today I know well, what I`m gonna do
Some nice tricks on snow
I`m standing on (the) top, (the) mountain by my feet
I`m fixing my strap
Now I am
marks, I fight with my demons
Give a fuck bout some hand signs, my jutsu forbidden
The streets got you in a spell
Y'all can go hell
Do bad by my
be
(Maulkie)
Cause I'm a G with the LM
You better run and tell em
The trick ass bitches are gettin dumped in the ditches
All day so you know it's all
shine like a showroom necklace
Death wish, stepping in, declaration
I'm checking niggas like test questions
Across 110th now, across Belmont and Montauk
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