Lyrics:
ass
But we be Professional Ballers hittin' at the top-notch ass
Pass the green leaf on the left, inhale a breath of chronic smoke
Exhale like
represent to keep it live
Testin' 1-2-3 I flows rhymes wicked Jamal represent to keep it live (x2)
Verse 1:
Back in the day where I'm from in the slum it was
how we do son / That's how we do when I'm with my crew / cruise by the stars in they cars, but they coupes / mines a spaceship design to fly the coop /
classy paid and educated (bougie)
Big house, drop tops, can u match my driveway(hell na)
How U braggin on a cheatin ass nigga from 08 (girl bye)
(but
I'm chilling, I grab the Buddha, get my crew to buy beers
And watch a flick, illin' and root for the villain, huh
Plus, every morning, I go out
on go woah (Brr)
Rose gold watch (Ice)
Dolce the Drip I be scarring my ops (Hah)
Two points a kilo I'm smokin on rocks (Huuu)
Slide in a Beamer we fly by
j, up in the party
Just doin' it
You must be joking, live-o
In the scene and you zoning
Rollin' with the top down
For some real fun
Summer night, Two
tourin'
I'm that "FIRE!" on that last verse of "Make 'Em Say UHHH!"
I ain't that same ol' same, ordinary, everyday rapper
Bitch, I killed Kenny,
say what I do
Know some college girls out in Colgate
Gettin' cheesed by the whole crew
Dubbin' texts with I-L-Y
Only answer I-O-U
Like my bad it ain't
So one two three four five
Put that big ol' thing in drive
I'ma take everybody by surprise when you start hearin' this shit worldwide
All it takes
life
The world is yours, how could you hate life?
Tube tops upon all the girls upon booth tops upon rooftops
She brought her friends the whole crew's hot
[Chorus: Cutty Cartel]
No I don't like calamari by and no I don't eat caviar
But you might catch me exquisit at the bar
You're the finest that I seen thus
dick pussy niggas
Down with the quick
My peeps guzzilin' while your
Crew was takin' sips
Set the vault lampin' comin'
Through comin' through
QB in this
man but I'm top choice
Kill competition when they listen just by the sound of my voice
[Repeat Chorus]
gs's sendin messages
two and two makes four, cristal's crazily pour
gun wars my crew phantom like swords
verse three: ghostface killer
with the green
who try to attempt
To top me, it just ends in resent
When I walk by, you bow down and show some respect
I'm royal, I been prince since the beginnin'
I
[eiht]
Geah (hey)
Bitch
Get down like you live, hey, uh
Get down like you live
Geah
Uh, we's a gang a player niggas that's out for dough
Gettin money
read)
seven deep in the jeep with the camel top,
everybody and they drunk as hell,
?? and awesome dre and anybody by the right would see us
(cause we
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
John McCain, you can't lift your arms up
These po-ranhas, live by a certain code of conduct
Fuck fly hoes and blow ganja
He a prophet, predict shit
Yes i do yes i do
I do my thang
Cuz i only got one life to live
I do my thang
Yes i do yes i do
Verse 2:
I told you that I do what i wanna do
My
affi dead a mi nuh give a hoot
Bury Dem and plant a tree Pon top
Tun Dem Ina root
Drum a carry 100
So mi page Dem bout 2:50
By 3 o clock mi shell di
Don't gotta be your best but I'm in your Top 3
I can take yo girl with no designer on my t
Yo need a dope track gotta run it by me
Gotta run it by me
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