Lyrics:
how I do that
By the thug way, package and transportin' the drug way
Only means of makin' a livin', the Crip and Blood way
I'm on grates when i'm
halos halos
Watch this nigga, the boy that died, a king called Prince
Just like me but I got the chance to grow into AkinG
I was raised by two immigrant
county like a parade or second line
Chew a crew up, bitch ever tryin' to press his luck
I do a walk-by and leave him dry like a pool puck
And like a mad
grease she back down
Back down
By any means we get the loot
My enemies ain't nothing new
Demons caught a nigga bad I profit off the fuckin blues
Pop
showing love unless we getting some love
We goin' pop them bottles
Keep that weed rolled up
This the situation keeps us so buttered
YungPre[Verse 2
that's when the stop
And that has been the account of the evenings events
Reporting to you live by me the fresh prince
I'm the latest that you heard so
the rules don't apply?
Have we traveled so far that balloons in the sky is natural?
Long live the dead, y'all special
Pop one for you
Drink, cheers for you
or cruise
Tissue quiet a whisper that flew by
Official wit goons lives
That dismiss of a few
Yea we bigger than you
A trigger or two
Will let off
he say when you done cussin his by"
you aint thuggin you lie bitch
brave till we die bitch
[Verse 2c: Horse]
??? a nigga that would kill something
Cause them the same niggas that I used to pay the bills with
Look inside of my soul you'll find a note sheet where the truth split
Into one, facts and two
(whipping whipping n I’m)
Whippin n I’m swerving
2Neat put that work in
Ik niggas bait they salting up like it’s the ocean (saltin x2)
Hating on my motion
with rocks
still in the spot, a hatter want to test
introducing the glocks
gettin close to the two when we pop
the moodier drops
screamin with shots,
Almost got caught cause the dumb bitch talked
How much you makin? What we're doin, wouldn't live that
How much my V cost and where my cash stash at
But
than that Gucci
Them boys, they want my coochie
I say nope, I'm no hootchie
Your homegirl hatin', I say who she?
Ke$ha don't give two fucks
I cam
Holyfield's estate, nigga
$25 million, nigga
$6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes
Another 5 in chandeliers
230 acres, nigga
That's just one
pop that ass, shawty extra thick
And I'ma pop my collar 'cause I'm extra lit
Bring the bottles, do a split and get some extra tips
And if the boppers
Brought me back some orange juice, two vitamin C's
And the look on my face look like a painful disease
They tasted awful but by that time I had a jawful
the crew (Facts)
I've got ties man yeah I'm slimy like some goo (Slatt)
Roll the grass all in a fat Bambu(puff puff)
To the other side, I just had a break
in BNBs
I pop X I ain't no hype lil bitch at least it ain't DMT
I'm Forever Rollin' on the beat feel like I'm EST Gee
Ima type nigga that you pop out
the scratch, yours was clawless
Your crew couldn't even measure to mine
That's why yo' bitches is busted, and mines is fine
Performin' with an upper
That pussy A-list, red-bottom, baby
New Celine on you, you deserve a whole news crew and team on you
You and me is looking like the Eulogy
I'm 'bout
I hold Mac's with 2-1's
plus the deuce-5's at my side so I got two guns (That's right)
Chorus:
It don't stop til the casket drop
Quick
the 2nd grade
Only fuck wit ogs
Cuz these new niggas fake
They
Hate on me for the way I live
Got my own shit
Pay my own bills
Stunt on the block every
the 2nd grade
Only fuck wit ogs
Cuz these new niggas fake
They
Hate on me for the way I live
Got my own shit
Pay my own bills
Stunt on the block every
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