Lyrics:
true swag, belt LV
You take camera, I stay picture perfect, no RG
Who got that green swag? That our nigga, that's me
Heart of a stone, don't bust
Smashed her head so hard against the ground
She was unconscious for days
Passers by stop to witness the torture
While she stamped on the head
yeah yeah yea
I'm feelin' alright, wanna roll another J
Know I got a couple thoughts
Twist 'em up and roll 'em away
And blow 'em away
Already there, Aww
some pussy, now you know they gon' clown
Comin' around with the Swisher Sweets already broke down
In the Mound with some bad bitches, they chose us
Cause
relevant
Russ, T-Wayne come by millions
Wizzy, Wizzy, Wizzy get drilly pon any (ay)
She know us already from 'Keisha & Becky' (mhm)
Head, chest, neck,
henny remy and rum
I'm ready to run
Give me a beat and the verse already is done
If niggas want a verse from me betta send me the funds
I might be petty
J'ai Changé de nom comme à astana
Vien pas par ici ça fait pa pa pa
20, 000 In the bank
Im ready to give it away
I don't really give a fuck about money
expressed, that life's a part of death
They never go there, but you can blow here
The 25 to life and greens from below
Where, outta nowhere, you in
on my following
Build into a dynasty
Go and get your pot of gold
Most gonna follow those
Spread bread by the loaf
You already 'ready know
Took
the sea part
I see green I no dey see stop
Tell rap dwarfs they no go see top
So just beat it, king of pop
I been dope, call the doc, let's detox
I no bore
Slow Loud And Bangin
And you'll be in the dust
It's a known fact I
Got a mouthpiece contaminated
Niggas hate it knowing they can't fade it
Innovated by
breathe"
Still on my feet
Game of Musical Chairs
This assed out route
cll too familiar
Like deaf clings to the hearing impaired
Some blinded by light
But
Kissing and biting on my neck gave me a hickey
I said that was sexy girl you already know
I could dance to you cause I got so many flows
She said if I
Trust to hard damn what shame
Face to face bruh ion like slick talk
Christmas beams what's with that stick talk
Green and red colors when it get off
to iguanas
We all change still live by a couple of mantras
In a Monclair pea coat
Smoke off air pre-rolls
The Rider ain't crazy
Just need some green like
Parker
You popping a pill while I'm popping my collar
I'm dropping some shit and I hope that your ready
Got goals like it's soccer it's about to get Messi
and ready to ride
You'll get charred by Arcanine
And nobody's gonna hear your bark in time
Who needs firearms, when got a Magmar
Look at my scars
I'm no
from the back all the way to the front row, equipto, shag, nas, already got the blunt rolled
Fa show, so get the break it down to indo, equipto came
stayed in war mode
My gats stayed unlocked ready to unload
Loungin' waitin for the drama to unfold
But luckily we never had to go there
Lucky for them
I'm waking in the morning getting my little boy ready for school
I'm combing his hair brushing his teeth and fixing his food
Tommy Hilfiger outfits
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