Lyrics:
the kill-or-be-killed kind of attack
Steamin' ___, speedin' navigatin' the map
Negotiating with a chick, she got her head on your lap, ya hand on your gat
I walk on water but I ain't no Jesus
I walk on water but only when it freezes
Why are expectations so high? Is
It the bar I set?
My arms, I stretch,
I chose to live this life, I be stickin this dick up in these hoes hoes
'Til a couple of bitches bitches get caught by they niggaz
Niggaz
got the time to tell
I do well
Don't kill my high
Go kill ya self
Huh
Living wit a little trouble and I'm keeping all my pie myself
It gets late those
And every time I brainstorm
There's a fire brewing
Make dat money
Stack them bandz
And don't stop grindin
Till ya using both hands
I said
Make dat money
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
only hurts for the moment, so keep searching cause you destined find more
You're tired? Just climb more. Keep beating ya high score
And overcome these
All that pillow talkin’ man homie
You done bitched up
Put ya hands up lil nigga it’s a stick up
Louis on my waistline boy you know it keep the blicc up
through
I don't know why niggas keep fucking with me
These streets make it so hard to breathe
Highs and my lows
Look both ways, where I'm supposed to go
as fuck in this bape
Same one you love they'll spit in your face
Come ride with me, we winning this race
I'm high as can be, you can see by my face
Imma do
out by tomorra
Yeah it's me
Address me as your pilot
As I try to take you higher
Do you mind if there's some turbulence
If not then I invite ya
Ta shake
I got choppas got the choppa
With the beam this ain't real
You ain't real this a dream
Ima stack it very high by any means
I be balling
Should be
On the top of the ceilings, can't sneak by
Go downs is like blow hounds, we smother the block
Jumping in front of cars, lending niggas four pounds
Walk,
Look, watch ya face, don’t you act up in my place
Just got a case, I’m talkin big blue bills I chased
I bought a Wraith it fly to mars and outer
Regardless of anything that they be digging up
Ima keep on running benjis up
Put a clip in this gat make give it up
Heard a nigga want war we goin
EBK I gotta keep my gun
Walk in the spot I'm throwing my ones
She loving the sauce so my hand on her bun
The opps be rat so my mans on the run
If I want
You know, it's a big world
Me and you inside this gigantic space, universe
Somehow...
When I'm with you...
I feel like it's only us
Hold me closer,
My villie alpha
Just like
The band
They dislike
This man
After the show
Only time
They give me
A hand
Did it
By myself
They thinking like
No
Yeah I got a big dick,
Gotta hit it with a big grip,
Slurp it like you took a big sip.
Yeah a nigga talk slick,
But ion never make a big deal,
I’m
the miners are having their big Christmas ball.
I'll take you through a door, and up a high stairs.
Singing and dancing is heard everywhere,
I will let
thought they got me
Squares gon' have to surround me on eight sides to stop me
My feet up on your couch, hand around your spouse
West By God man I'm
the night, don't be blowin my vibe
You better know when I see ya
That I might be so high, flyin like la di da
You know that I am a chiefer
Smokin big all
kick the dope shit
Down with daddy x, d-loc and johnny richter
Southern cali most high do ya get the picture?
We don't stop, we just keep on thumping
She held me down when I anit had nothing
Fresh fit fresh waves high school tryna smash something
Playa ways ask my last woman
She'll tell ya that I
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