Lyrics:
right side flag, niggas know me
I'm green flag, bitch, that's Grove Street
Squeeze on my trigger till my gun OD
Ride on my enemies, niggas just into me
diamonds in that motherfucker, look like yellow piss
Uh, glass handle, glass pot
Baby bounce back, yeah, I'm Sir Mix-a-Lot
Looking at my Rollie, that
getting lifted the white sir smoke alot straight getting splifted
Verse 3
I walked in swinging laughing and singing intoxicated and slightly faded
the Room
getting off the 405
Be with this bad bitch, she living in the south
I'm met her at the club with my nigga Gotti
5-3, thick, with a lot of pride
less, all of that cap, flex
Don't really care about the next, hit, all that I need is the Chex Mix
A lot of people talking like they found themselves
fear
Out here it's fresh water fuck your wifi
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my
bring ya right to the top
Sir Vicious, Just-Ice, the gangster of hip-hop
Got a witness by my side, the truth to tell
You can ask B.I. Or my brother
Just do the work and get it right.
That's your manager?
Yup that's right
Gee what a bitch
So you see my plight?
I need some advice sir
Even though I
I’ma live it up only got one life
Cup full of dirty gotta mix it with the Sprite
Its okay I’m good
Don’t know if he is
We’ll be okay by the end
keep my cool as long as the fucking grams go
Wooptee-woo, I'm a Chef like Rae
It's hot in here, I'm by the stove cooking crack all day, stretch
We gon'
Need to get a lot of
Stuff off my chest i want everyone
To know that your dreams
Are not invalid this is
An autobiography of ideology, I need to do
the other side know what's up
In the traffic on the South Side
When I heard about them dumps thinking in my head
Angels really got him out by luck
Colder
Dark
And when it kicks in you can hardly talk
And by the sixth gin you're gon' probably crawl
And you'll be sick then and you'll probably barf
And my
Dark
And when it kicks in you can hardly talk
And by the sixth gin you're gon' probably crawl
And you'll be sick then and you'll probably barf
And my
I need a rider
To Stick by my side girl
I'll take you higher
Lift you up to my world
Dressed in designer
Flashy things and nice curls
We never tired
snaps, tryin' to put Ball and G on the map
Nowadays I own my shit and bone bad bitches
Kickin' it with rich niggaz in rollers, and candy sixes
Hopping out on feet Passion Pit I Take a walk
Machine gun stay by my side like I’m Megan Fox
Them boys playin’ air guitar bitch I really rock
Spody
right now
Even though this helps me to sort my goals by priority
The time it will take me to finish my goals is not guaranteed
On top of that new
boot up (whole lot of bags)
Yeah, I just be takin' the X, this shit got my mood up (took lot of X)
Yeah, why they been bitin' the swag? They barracudas
understand
Catch the person who did this
We're gonna try sir Please
Screamin "who done took my heart" acting shakin up a lot
At the funeral though everyone
Ridin' through the city
Downtown tryna free my mind
Got a bad bitch
Is she real
Is she by my side
Goin' through a lot
Girl don't change
Girl just
a ass (push my glock up in the grass)
We gon' do the fool (we'll be breaking all the rules)
So don't make me murdah (eh)
Emcees up in side (eh)
We
sir, yes sir, yes sir
They know that I'm the main topic, you talkin' that nonsense, then throw it away
I saw that foreign ass girl in the parking lot
broken both my legs, where would I run to?
If there's no medication, if there were no nurses,
Wouldn't people die a lot? And who would drive the hearses?
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