Lyrics:
you know he get
Shmurderd
Walk em down, Walk em down
Keep it a buck
He left off the rounds
Too much drip
I told em don't drown
I'm on my Young M.A shit
(White chalk em)
Big city, big bossin' (Big bossin')
Big hits, no coughin' (No coughin')
It's blue bills, from my head and my back pocket
Got the game
shorty
Got my top down, her hair out
Isolation and she clear out
Fast break, my bread straight
One hand shake and I bail out
Hit streets corner bitches
tryna copy my new sound
Had to throw 'em off the trail; got hell hounds
Everywhere I go, know I been around
Through the bad times, I was staying down
of bumbags
I eat Big Macs by the six pack
You chicken-heads are running a deficit - like a million (Lil Ham, uh)
You chumps are fighting for changes, I rake in
the crowd
Snatchin the microphone real proud
But your rhymes are so booty you should write em on White Cloud
So next up down the line, Scrap Lover
[Scrap
no credit, I'm a cash kinda guy
With my stash kinda high, still the girlies pass by
You know why? Cause I'm a Raider of this Lost Art
Played a big
the topic I drop it fuck around and leave 'em all concussed
When I bust no thrust, world we livin' in is fucked
Industry rule number 4,081, your new shit
fuckin' with me in the AM
P.M all the way down in the DMs
Wait till a nigga gon' meet em
Watch how a nigga gon' greet em
Yo walk in the club and everybody
Catch me by the pool in my Tony Starks slippers
Wonder Woman armed Ghost is intelligent
Made thirty offa Def Jam I was killing 'em
Did cash
covering the bill
Os to his body looking like a hundred mill
Niggas screaming that they touch down when they was never in the field
By the time we done with
on my casette
We could make a thousand dollar bet
Bobby never failed yet
Bout to strike gold
Got Big Free on the ones and two
Break it down for them one
(sloppy)
On the block by myself, I ain't worryin' 'bout shit, I'm cocky (cocky, pussy)
Big 4l, pussy
Spray the block down, turn the car 'round
When we
can't understand!
So sit yourself down and just
Listen to my man
Iyi-yi-yi-I, wanna spread the news
That if it feels this good gettin used
Oh, you can
Mr. Mr. Scarface from walking down the block
Out jumps some fiends and steals all his rocks
Pulls out a gun and shoots down all the fiends
won't choke like the Buffalo Bills
Sittin' at the pad just chillin'
Cause Larry Wilkins just got two million, oh what a feelin
So shake that nigga
state of mind like a shooter
For the New York Knicks i'm the best
And if they ask Kawhi like the Clips
Tell 'em Dax got a glove with
The game in his grip
(packed in)
Step in your city we goin' in (goin' in)
Drop the top, let's blow the wind (drop top)
Fuck the cops, we goin' big
Niggas out here hate
proper,
did dirt, did West cause I clown coppers (yeah).
Do hip-hop, rap, compose 'em most, I couldn't see me,
mad advanced and my skills are all about
Sell the bud, pass the shake 'round
She caught me slippin', post me on the 'Gram
I slapped her ass and told her take down (Whoa)
I'm flipping these
to rush me
I hear 'em sayin' such and such, a nigga ain't gon' touch me
Big body Benz, 'member I used to be dusty
Now I want my money all hundreds in
wave eyes roll back
And jaws fall open, see it's a focus
Enchanted is blocking the toilets
Dizzy new heights blinded by the lights
These people are
in
I'm on full send
It's a new me
Gotta new flow
Same dream
With a new roll
Like enny meany miny moe
Tiger by the toe
I'm caught in a pickle now I
come walk by my side (my hood, oh)
They don't want me to shine, women's group, my god (shine, god)
Now don't get it twisted, I do support 'em, but why
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