Lyrics:
that Benz and that bag my nigga
You ask a whole lot of questions fuck you Vlad my Nigga
Pistol by the bed moneybag my Nigga
Pass you niggas in a F type
Trill Fam., Young Savage you can catch me
Fresh kicks, fresh bows, and a fresh tee
We two crucial ass hoes yea that's me
Look at him his eyes closed
your sets in the air
Ya bumpin' them tables and chests everywhere
Trampled over by the macs and the playas
You standin' there actin' like you wonder
your sets in the air
Ya bumpin' them tables and chests everywhere
Trampled over by the macs and the playas
You standin' there actin' like you wonder
Four-by-fours if the boys off-roading
Fuck the police and my driving ban
I'll be hitting high speeds with Clive and Sham
I'ma pull up in a big 450
Pop it
let no man curse
Or one of us will leave here tonight in a hearse
For we'll be tried by 12
And fertilizing daisies
Crying mommas and cousins
let no man curse
Or one of us will leave here tonight in a hearse
For we'll be tried by 12
And fertilizing daisies
Crying mommas and cousins
This should be played at high volume
Preferably in a residential area
Now I'ma kick up dust
As I begin to bust
On the wick-wack, fucked up
Atlanta, North South kick it 'lac
Texas grill, Cadillacs through Miami then back
To London, Jamaica, then France
The whole damn world took effect to Ferg
Suicide hood and 4-do's swangin the frame
Cocked up and sideways when I'm tippin the lane
Showin Asshole By Nature so they know what I claim
Ain't no
hustlers play
(??)
I'm a treal ass hustler, a for real ass hustler
That made it create it not to be imatated by you trick ass busters
Straight hustling for
grill niggas, spit a barbecue
Committing drive-bys out a grey Coupe
When I start drowning rappers, dawg
It ain't cute
Till every person in they group
Turn
your worries
Oh, jump to the boogie and shake, shake your booty
Dance, dance baby, grab somebody
Kick off all the dust and dance to the boogie
into the cab|And then I settled down inside||He asked me if I seen a road|With so much dust and sand|I said listen bud I've travelled|Every road in this
in the game doing it like me
I’m surrounded by history
A legend in the making
K-Rino said homie that it’s
Mine for the taking
Can’t mess with
And nobody else knows what I am facing
I stay by myself cuz I don't need nobody else
Feelings that I dealt with put them shits right on the shelf
Gotta keep
be such a shame, if you let one more night go by
Without showing everybody who the boss is
I got the perfect thing to kick it off with
A little late
and forth
>From the dealers and shakers, we fill the rhymes pages
To catch them papers we're back with flavours
[Afrika]
Kick the lotto, that's my motto,
its like, one last nightmare spot
Like im creeping through city and I might get caught
By a monster fueled by the police budget,
Will I ever grow up? I
motherfuckers turn to dust
If you're weak it ain't my fault
Just take a kick in the ass and get turn into a pillar of salt
And niggas that's biting just
to bulletproof the lac I need a armored truck
God forbid that it's my time to go but turn me into dust
Told the hoe don't hit me off yo finsta less we finsta fuck
Jimmy climbs on board that ol' yellow bus
It sure looks big in his little eyes
His momma waves, as her tears kick up the dust
It's never easy
Jimmy climbs on board that ol' yellow bus
It sure looks big in his little eyes
His momma waves, as her tears kick up the dust
It's never easy
(Nowhere) anywhere they can go.
And trouble may come in sometime you get pulled
Over by one time and when its 1999 the one didn't even make any stride.
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