Lyrics:
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Choppers on choppers on choppers
On choppers on choppers)
YSL, slatt, slime, you dig, slime, choppers
Jeffery (Wheezy Beats)
Boy
I don't have to live like a boy anymore
I wake up every morning and I drink my coffee black
The days roll by and I count the ways
I don't worry
Blind man wavin' by the side of the road
I'm in a flat bed Ford carrying a heavy load
With a sweet thing sippin' on a blueberry wine
On a flat
extra ass bitch
Plus I keep a gat at arm reach
You ain't no hustler youse a car thief, nigga where your car keys
Crack topic, back block it
ninjas inside your parameter
Perimeter, flame burst out all sides like Gamora
My poisonous is released, gas from the canister
Raise the black fist, we
lonely
20 years and I'm stuck in time
Repeating the same old damn crime
Over and over writing the same rhyme
By now I should get with the times
Got
Fuck school, stole the scales out of chemistry class (style)
And made it all come back like memory lapse (yeah)
I'm in that matte black 'Lac, strap
a money racket to the roof (Rack, rack, rack)
I got your girl, she on me (She on me)
She bad, I can't leave her lonely (Nah)
Why the Rollie lookin'
get lonely I get to the rolling because Mary Jane really be my cup of tea
Fuck do you mean
You and what team
The boys and I pull up we making a scene
Yo, Dre! (Dre! Dre! Dre!)
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man said "Cluck, I don't
Like nine cans of shaving powder, that's funky
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man
ejaculated
Did it by myself, no help like I masturbated
They say I’m soft, well, fuck
I’ll get castrated
Sell my balls to one of you
Haters who can’t make
the top boy
Top boy like Dushane I call all the moves
Step up and dance in the rain like Muse
Old days I've done f for a Canada Goose
Aura like Zeddy
Black
killing style
Everybody talk cause we home now
Look at here boy, you'd better gone now
It used to be black but it's chrome now
If it's cocked back then it's
the words before they came into my head
Regretfully, I let you go without a thought or without a goodbye
Every night while you lay patiently, sitting by
the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon
And come tell me Sean O'Farrell, where the gathering is to be
At the old spot by the river quite well
me open
Baby, I just wanna make you mine
By the end of the night, end of the night
By the end of the night
It's inevitable and incredible, listen,
is black as night
And winter comes in spring
With a bunch of aconites
Trowbridge town, bent old town
A monkey for a bribe
To nail a blue cat son
with the keys in my hand to the four by four
Jumped in my ride, checkin' that nobody saw
The club we went in, we got down boun-bounced to the rhythm
inside
keys already in the ignition
i cranks it slaps it in drive
fizorty-fizive seconds til dizamage
ride be -boy
kingdom
we come for the glory
white lady, by the key (key)
Ayy, cup full of Texas, poured by the three (three)
Hoped out the Porsche, went and sold me a P (a P)
Smoke a pussy nigga
Foes could never take out
Imagine what that did to this little black boy
Anger started growing
Broke his little black toys
Turned away from love
Only
Fuck one time then I’m hitting the road
Fuck a hater all love for my bro
Die for each other we live by a code
Can’t stop now Boy I’m in my mode
Waiting
already kno wut
it is man, its a bad boy thang man, grand hustle collaboration, yall already kno man, boss hog wus happenin (heyy..) A town pimpin
[Slim
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