Lyrics:
Yeah, Jets, put a x in the middle
Rubyhornet.Com.
Everything I drop is the bomb
Yeah, found my morning
in a bottom of a bottle of don Perignon
my style uh
His eye twitch a little when I say I had a child
But he ask me on a date uh
If you're free tonight I'll pick you up at eight
But I think
I sat deep in the corner, drinkin' zombies, becomin' one by now
Wonderin' if my style would support her and her child
Out the corner of my eye saw
I WAKE UP AT FIVE AT WORK BY SIX AM SHE LOOKS AT ME AND SMILES PULLS THE COVERS BACK OVER HER HEAD WERE LIKE TWO PEAS IN A DIFFERENT POD IF YOU
(Something nice)
Niggas hating on my style tryna bite
(Tryna bite — Ohh — ohh)
Bitches all up me blowing up my line
(Stop calling me)
But I cant answer I ain't
loud in by the bag more potent than the last one
I've been the latest fashion
I've been cold, but my new flow doper than my last one
Dope-doper than my
loud in by the bag more potent than the last one
I've been the latest fashion
I've been cold, but my new flow doper than my last one
Dope-doper than my
foot one, sleepy eyed
Dark skinned glasses reflecting from the sun, nigga
Check that poster, I lay your girl down like a coaster
Drop my glass, slap
spinning I sat down to watch the fun
It was then I remembered where I'd laid down my gun
In burst Sergeant Kerry, wide-eyed and wary, looking like he'd blown
seventeen, in an all black suit
Laying still in a coffin, surrounded by my crew
Giving half-heart apologies
For watching while they bottled me
Or running
i'm seeing my progression
Open up i'm walking through for my style there's no connection Hard sweat by papelito, hard sweat by papelito
Ten times out
up
And I'm getting what I can for you fall through my hands
Imma Yung misfit, red eyed loner
Wanna bag on my wrist for the all black roll-e
And some
to make sure that nobody grows nobody shine you know my style, my style my style my style, yeahhh yeahhh.
Yes,i gat to let them know,I gat to let them
And now we've come to that time
Where the legend of Griselda lives forever (ah)
The Butcher comin', nigga
Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now
"Oh baby, for heavens sake"
Yo, hey yo my rap style swing like Willie Mays
My eyes Purple Haze, my solar razor burn through shades
My grenades raid
"Oh baby, for heavens sake"
Yo, hey yo my rap style swing like Willie Mays
My eyes Purple Haze, my solar razor burn through shades
My grenades raid
If it ain't black and white, it's shades of grey
There's way more than 50 in my palette to paint
And that's when I'm monochrome; I got more than
was just a young nipper
rolling with a backpack
Trust me it's a rap black
I know you've got to trap but know that it's a trap that
you can get
posse
Try to fake a move and bumrush me like a Nazi
Underground club where the kids throw like
I almost got an avalanche dropped on my shoulders
you gettin' blasted
Niggas get fucked up, you black niggas are actin' white
Your Rolex gone, my project's on your airplane flights
First time you
to say hi
Standin' there like a mime and let the chance pass by
Back of my mind, "He could change your life
With all these beats I did, at least let him
to say hi
Standin' there like a mime and let the chance pass by
Back of my mind, "He could change your life
With all these beats I did, at least let him
Mark Spitz'n
Jersey ooh-wee with the matchin' New Era fitted
White boys say my style is bitchin'
Keepin' coke in the kitchen
Keep a Glock that will
the ghetto
Let me tell you right now, we damn near done quit
I spit game on a regular basis, now everybody
Looking at my hand like I'm holding all
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