Lyrics:
Just one look at you, I've got contact
Can I get a pull of that
Girl, your shit is the chronic
'Cause I can tell by the way you roll it up
Make
ain't worried 'bout 'em
My only goal is to keep courage and to make it off the bottom
Oh, I was raised by the Chinese store
Even though I ain't Chinese
the drink and the ball too
Girl, I love the people tryna keep me off my vibe too
I ain't got a tattoo, but I wish I got two
Smuggle money out of a van, what
off
Rain
I feel it on my head
My hands
You can feel it on your hands
My blankey
Time cemented
Drops suspended slow
Shine through the pine
Pop a splendid
the streets beneath my feet to the sun
I'm number one and competition is still none
And I'm gonna keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullin' plugs
was good
Or you just smilin’ it was good
Or on the other hand if it was not so good
Here’s my story
Hm, hm, mm, mm
Tonight is the night
That
my logic get another dollar
Just to keep you
In the presence of your chico ah!
I don't talk about it, be about it
Everyday I sequel
I don't talk about
none of my beef
I'ma ride to the end of the road if I have to
Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to
Steering wheel in my hand
Trying to hold it
sides for one of those I pray
You a good girl I pray you stay in that place
Its hard to give what you stand for but just try to relate
Your actions outta
breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it
back to you
Your back feels broken
Well here comes the glue
Psych my dick keep pokin
Your holes are through
keep her close just like a horse and a saddle
I'm always down to go travel
And I'm the king see your the queen of my castle
Late-night turn me up I been
$hort, don't say it tonight, beeatch
It started on a bright morning in 1987
I was in my drop-to Caddy y'all
Gettin sucked by a bitch named Helen
Nasty
alive
You can be my number one (Ay)
All things worth it don’t just come easy
Drop your guard if your gonna stay
Off the bottle out with your friends
monster
Car standing tall, think my car made by Tonka
Candy coated Hummer, looking real good
When you in your airplane, see my face on the hood
It's all
from fools
Meanwhile some kid
Blows my head off
Well, I play by their rules
That's why I'm doin' it my way
I took the law in my hands
So here I am in
car like a target
I take my orders from fools
Meanwhile some kid blows my head off
Well, I play by their rules
That's why I'm doin' it my way
I
nighting when you pull up
I know what you love
I run my hands through your mandula
You know what you love
You keep it tight so you don't do much
I know what
Lil Tunechi
Aw yeah aw yeah fuckin' right
Always have my gun in fights
Always had the upper hand
You the always call your brother type
Hard head all my
so good
when your money stacks high
and you got alot of weed and a big supply
It feels so good
when everythings goin smooth
and you got a sexy girl
keep my head up,
My Hands up like
O Lord I need thee
Breathe easy
And watch my feet work
Watch these feet work
I'm wearing praise as a garment
Where you at lil bitch, I'm tryna throw hands
Knock yo ass out, right in front of all of your fans
Keep running yo mouth, knock your teeth all out
Hey let me tell you something
Dreams written down with a date becomes a goal
Goals broken down into steps becomes a plan
Plans followed by your
boys
Hoppin' out coupes
Way too big, when we pull up
Give me the loot (Gimme the loot)
Was off the Remy, had a Papoose
Had to hit my old town to duck
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