Lyrics:
you wouldn't even get booked in my town, wow
Don't look now, stepped in, everybody safe and sound
I keep your secrets lost and found, 4 years in and I
girls
On my dead homie ain't nothin' gonna take me out
Until the Good Lord say it's time for me to go
So Imma stay up in this ho & keep on puttin'
you could fuck wit Miguel I gotta code tho, split him
Look at your girl dead in her eyes and say "Fuck Dorothy dog"
I'm toto dissin'
But at this moment,
that (I dare you)
You hit my line we can settle that
If I don't answer my jack then you dead on that (dead, nigga)
They nowhere close where my level
When the lights shut off
And it's my turn to settle down
My main concern
Promise that you will sing about me
Promise that you will sing about me
I was 16 when I started off in the Lionz Den
I was rhyming against a nigga twice my
Age but I was fire then
Before you, Yung I I I
Cortez even Rich
the way my ass go ba-bump-ba-bump-bump (uh)
Keep your eyes on my ba-bump-ba-bump-bump (okay)
And think you can handle this ga-donk-ga-donk-donk (woo)
a party, I turn up the speakers (blaow, blaow, blaow)
You reach for my chain, then you gon' meet this heater (the fuck?)
She not a keeper, I call her
run somethin' by you
Used to hit my line and I'd be incentivized
When we talk I feel like I'm on thin ice
Don't understand how what we had just died
look good, do you hear my man?
And if you can't take that ya chump ya own hand
You one-girl-at-a-time getting M.C
So how could you think that you rank
look good, do you hear my man?
And if you can't take that ya chump ya own hand
You one-girl-at-a-time getting M.C
So how could you think that you rank
Right Hand Man
Let me use your toothbrush
Have you got a clean shirt?
My panties in a wad
At the bottom of my purse
I walk into the street
The air's so
change everything
These bitches always down to ride
Especially if you keep they nose gentrified
Money off of curse words
I hope my mama's proud of me
Man,
hands out my pocket nigga" like Malcolm X
But this ain't a movie, I'm not a fan or a groupie
And I'm not that type of cat, you can afford to miss if you
Here's what you say to someone you hate
My life would be so much better
If you just dropped dead (dead)
I was laying in bed last night thinking
bein' dead and Tekashi still livin' is a crime
God, you gotta do better, you been fuckin' up lately
Bro, all I hear is Pop Smoke when I turn on my radio
and had to keep it discreet?
No guns drawn, bullets flyin', how you beefin' with me?
Might give a Scat to a rat, it's cats stitched to my seat
Ri-rich
do today? (Say what?)
Yes, I'm gon' get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'
Drive off in a def OJ
Everybody go, "Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn"
You say
Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, the Terror Wheel. The most horrifying, terrifying, mystifying ride available to the dead. Gather 'round my
Hey
Hey, what's up?
Miss you
Yeah, listen
Baby, I know we said it's best we don't talk no more
But I got to get it off my chest, 'bout all
Like yeah the pussy’s good but I can't take the stress
Cus after I get my nut I always seem depressed
Yeah I'm getting off the fence I won't call that
to
Steering wheel in my hand
Trying to hold it steady
Anything in my way is dead
'Cause that's the way I feel, I am already
When I'm drunk by myself alone
you could fuck wit Miguel I gotta code tho, split him
Look at your girl dead in her eyes and say "Fuck Dorothy dog"
I'm toto dissin'
But at this moment,
Life been lifing, you not dead then you doing well
They've been tryna knock me off my square to no avail
Same circle way back then they with me now
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