Lyrics:
rules
Show you the real way to down a case of booze
Jump behind the wheel and still make some calculated moves
He's been about it since he found his way
than a fucking lightpost
I sold a lot of crack but I bought the most
Now I'm a basehead down on my luck
Roaming the streets and got hit by a Mack Truck
far and you might drop
Cream of the crop
That's fertile land so I finna grow lots
Weeds tangling roots so they finna get chopped
On my own pedestal it's
My name is Lion
Bitch I’m a king
You call it a mix
I call it a sting
That bitch a Devil where
Prada’s lil ring
My phone aint silent
Bitch where is
As I was drivin' home along the boulevard late one night
I saw a guy in the corner, bummin' all alone
As I passed him by, I heard him holler out,
As I was drivin' home along the boulevard late one night
I saw a guy in the corner, bummin' all alone
As I passed him by, I heard him holler out,
my round and I might've drunk the lot
People say the crown should've knighted me 'sir drunkalot'
Move with caution, it's important to know
ct
dance moves off my shelf
Young tamale, you're a hottie
The baddest out of Follies
Shake that cake like maraccas
Durty whine on it and mix it with
a fact
A lil bit of everything to be exact
Think party mix chips
When I call her a snack
And no Sir Mix-A-Lot
Ain't a part of this track
But she got
What you pourin' up, bruh?
What you poured, huh?
(Shit, Dreko)
It feel like we dreamin'
Pussy nigga dream, wise up
Gang-gang
Mix the lean
hitting all of the wrong keys
Taking shots of tequila, I gotta mix it with the weed
Everybody feels pain but this pain feels a part of me
Another one left
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
as a cane (it came with a 30)
I'm not a rapper, got raised by trappers, they taught me the game (OGs)
Got on them frames by Louis (eat it up), but I wear my
a lot)
I was never taught
Showed myself how to get it
Jump, and now I can't stop (Can't stop, can't stop)
Got it off the block (Off the block)
Yeah, I lost
put up niggas
Is it cause I bust wit stuff that just shut up niggas
Flow like dro, I pull then clip it or mix it wit some moet then sip it
Then turn
gonna bump like this
Turn around, then I make it jump like this (ladies)
You wanna keep that boy, then make it jump like this
Y'all didn't think that
Hum V (V)
I'm surrounded by these RBGs
(HEeee!!)
We get green, roll green, and eat green like sebi
Born in them 80's
I clown like I'm Bailey
This
be rapping
None of this is matching your actions
You just want to be the main attraction
You just want to fake until you make it
But uh uh no sir not
undefeated
Like the internet
It’s pretty much a bet
If you didn’t get it yet
I’ll remind you that
If you say that it’s rippity rap
Then the truth is
By
lately it's been fuck being in the mix
Bad bitch, drop my location
Me and her friend get friendly while waitin'
I'm activated, going apeshit
Ain't no
I've seen alot of evil things men'll do (men'll do)
Shit I mean I did a thing or two (yes sir)
Can't nobody tell me how to wear my shoes
Plus they too
by me, I want a lil' face
Think about it, I don't want relations with the lil' skank
Not Tay-K but I'm on the race
Big desert eagle, keep it on my
He never gets cold because he's got warm coat made of wool wrapped around him
Baa, baa, black sheep
Have you any wool
Yes sir, yes sir
Three bags
years now
My dreams are startin' to finally come true
It's a crazy feelin
Lost a whole lot in the process
We gained a whole lot too
Hold up, y'all thought
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