Lyrics:
So this is what I'm a do man, you know what I'm sayin'
I'm a get each of you niggaz, you know what I'm sayin'
From the bay by the be -ball piece,
Dub-C I'm rich rollin', pistol holdin'
Pockets swoll nigga, that's how I'm rollin'
Put the flame to the killer, nigga
Worldwide homicide mob figure in
Dub-C I'm rich rollin', pistol holdin'
Pockets swoll nigga, that's how I'm rollin'
Put the flame to the killer, nigga
Worldwide homicide mob figure in
to sit
Due to this, a brother tries to play me
(Yeah, like one in 514) yo, some kid tried to flip on me
They instigated a brawl
(So we set our
bricks to me
If they ain't tell ya to bring your skis
My Patek, hers petite
The triple play by E. Phillips
Bird feathers done made me chief
Whatever
worst day
I get the cake, every day, it's my birthday (cake)
Play with the mob, shake the spot like a earthquake (murder)
C-Murder with me in the coupe
bleeds
Fucked outrage society
Ruled by mob mentality
(Kill free thought now if you can)
Spread the shame, spread that bullshit, slam it day and night
Play for keeps wet shirts with experts on the creep
I be the mob fiance, about to marry it
Illegal transactions in Farragut with Arabics
Why not, they
Play for keeps wet shirts with experts on the creep
I be the mob fiance, about to marry it
Illegal transactions in Farragut with Arabics
Why not, they
views
Bet your Snapchat lit like lighters dropped
Off in the swimmin' pool
Your best delivery on a song had
To be written' about me
You copped the first
up
If you thinking money homie stand up
If you getting money dip to this anthem
And mob to this anthem and live by this anthem
Super grinding look
I’m whipping the Mercedes
I’m up off the curb
I know that you heard
Yeah what’s the word
My head in hoodie
My shawty a goodie
So shoutout to drizzy
Yup
I fantasize
Bout some things I could probably never televise
Never look for guidance from those ones that you despise
I've been goodie
Tryna find
been mad real, stop being afraid
Want you to get back chill, why you run away?
More than happy to slide by in the holidays
Want you to get dressed for
own code, I'm a play by my rules
We ain't soul tied, don't stay and cry
I was the one you used to like
I was your man I am that guy and baby it was you,
he's up, cause he ain't gon' play with you
Big J ain't gon' do no talkin', just gon' load up and spray with you
I ain't gotta prove I'm gangsta, my gang
Fuck with my Spanish niggas who aint clowns
Totting a knife doesn't make u loud
Would you really use it keep it a buck
See a bitch in your eyes I don't
the boof by the pack (woo!), I fucked your boo on her back
Gang! Gang! Them boys not flexing the same
I'm done with adjusting to fame, pull up on your set,
excess talk
I hear when you're drinking and cheating on your lonely wife
I play tape recordings of you to my friends at night
We've got our girl in
shit, mob shit
Look at who I mob wit
I'm predicting profit
No, I aint a prophet
Inspired by this god shit
Flexing off my inner god
This booth ain't no
World History is a play book
And civilization has a life cycle
Political vehicles
Take away birth rights
Then they try to back pedal
So keep your vibes
truly made it
And my place, to your dismay, It cannot be taken and a,
The melody is like the flute you play with
Betted on my demise and was sadly
a telephone cable
Dirty fights I'm the to break your nose using a kitchen table
Flyy Gear hoodie I'm goodie tookie we made the drop
Fraudulent jibroni's tried
tell you this truth
Con link me a me hand me cou have fun play
Spread her like shit like when me just wake
Your man gonna rape make him move ok
Couple
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