Lyrics:
the son of hits
And if you running hope you know the gun'll spit
Know I'm popping shots until my hands numb
They keep coming after me like it's a ransom
If
could shine like brass
I love your smile I love your laughs
And how you sound when I break that back
Got you feeling so good all the other girls mad
Baby
Take my hands out my pockets you can see my thumbs
Both of them turned green from counting the ones
Memorized by the glory, word life
Cut off
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
you by surprise because we switching up the lines
Stay true to you and invest in what you're into
Five figures hit
That's another goal ticked off my
disrespect
Your skill is elementary like hickeys on a bitches neck
Don’t need a special guest to prove my skill
Or boost my sales
I’ll roast you and my brain
hair, Monster in my hand
Don't bring that energy around here
I'll knock your teeth out
Clean house then I go sleep between bouts
Motherfuckers wanna try
Lick à keg off till my legs drop off job done
Getting in a fight with a random I hand him a knuckle sandwich and crash land him
Stranded in my ways lost
learn the two degrees (uh)
Degree number one, keep your hon' off trees
Degree number two (what?), keep your girl 'round you
Never trust a girl, Lord
a sandstorm
And I know what you mad for
Cause I'm living my dream, and yours
Dropped out of school and became richer
Retired from the pliers
Kept balling like
slow down with my girl and try to keep it real now
Hoes use to play me close I wonder how they fell now
They don't have a man that's gonna help
at my like a cow looks at an oncoming train
And she leaned right down next to me
And she said "It's good for you"
And then she tied me to the wall
And what I do because I'm in demand,
Because I look good.
Do you hear, my man?
And if you can't take that, you chump your old hand.
One girl at a time get
drove it into the yard, just so
cnd the lil' winer girl just wine round the car twice
cnd say, "It good"
She never even see the light!
cnd we run down
and my hands keep shaking
Say something, you shy motherfucker, she's waiting,
"Wassup girl, don't mean to interrupt
But in the city I done met a lot
when the gas off
Semi-automatic spitting brass and fast talk
Make it all look easy while I work my ass off
Lord knows that I've been down on my luck
Man,
On the set like commercials with talking cats
My jersey been in the
Rafters peep this towel-mouth
Brooklyn monster knuckle up
Speedbag your tonsils
Poison
couldn't survive without my radio
Terrorizing my neighbors with the heavy bass
I keep the suckers in fear by the look on my face
My radio's bad from
right into my ear:
"What if you forget everything? If your voice and body fail again? What if everyone sees how stressed you are?"
Then I looked
day a good day long as you by my side
I keep one hand on the steering wheel other hand on your thigh
Pull up what up dealer
Then I hop in that foreign
oh, pardon me, Lt. Eubangdere! Allow me to apologize pro flu slay.
EUBANGDERE
Just take your hand off my box.
SMOCK
Captain?
KWIRK
Yes,
hand over the plastic
'Cause they wanna see your man go in the casket
Rule number one keep your gun and get your ass hit that's it
Lights off and your
ball my clammy hands into fists by my sides
Every step I take, I can hear an echo
I glance around and realise it's me
It's my shoes they clatter across
love and
Calls her his little Smurf
But soon they're seen by
Boys from the community that go out and fuck
White girls with impunity
Oh, gee! Misogyny
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