Lyrics:
in the Methadone clinic
Ridin' with the pack like a Peloton
Flyin' with the sack in the trap like the pregnant
As it breaks in the backs from
with orphans
I'm at the bottom of the mud, where it started
I need Biscotti, gotta smoke by a forest
Got a flock of tens, like an arsenal
This shit
mind m-mind m-mind right right
People think they're really being helpful by telling me please be careful
Yeah right r-r-r-r-right r-right r-right right
Whip I drive? Owned by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you dying to be'
Last of a dying breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol shooter
fast broads
Through the windport
I can handle narcs
When the candle sparks
You hit the ground
And I snatch the bandana
We ridin' out
It's Shady
a triple choke
And it won't hurt my throat, nope!
Chinky eyed, just ridin' n vibin'
On that real fire
Be high for two-three hours
And I'm cool wit' A-I,
Know why I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law
Try to play me 'cause I'm rappin', I will break yo' jaw
Catch a nigga in these streets, make you
See how safe I keep her right by my side
Yep that's my girlfriend
Yep that's my girlfriend
Yep that's my girlfriend
Yep that's my girlfriend
Ngi funa that vibe
Ngi funa lento eRight
Ey Yeah
Yeah yeah
Dali wami babe
Mngani wami baby
Dali, Dali wami
I'll always be by your side
Dali wami
defeated they down by a dozen
(Down by a dozen)
These niggas defeated they down by a dozen
(Down by a dozen)
Smoking on za ridin' round with my cousin
Bust
to heaven, man
I gotta raise hell
Rather be carried by 6, than be touched by 12
Rather be carried by 6, than be touched by 12
Niggas thinkin they slick
But
trillionaire
I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down
Nigga, I fuckin' hustle, nigga, I
one then you're obviously dumb (huh?)
I know that you heard the sirens, you dived in
To the vehicle you was drivin' and ridin' in
Instead you
shiny little things
What can I say? I'm like a young Black Biden with a trim (woo)
Presidential when I'm ridin' in the Bimz
Takin' pictures with my
Shit, uh
I was in the car ridin' with my, um grandfather
On my daddy side, you know my daddy in jail, he told me
He was like
You gotta pay
twenty-four hours
Ridin' with the pack through the Tennessee mountains
VPN, SOCKS, and at least three routers
I'ma thumb through it, I don't need no counter
ghost got a stash box in it
200 on the dash fly by cops with her (Like ayye)
I be ghost ridin, got them hoes smilin
Bought that bitch a smart car now
on second thought break them trees up
'Cause I'm not sure if you gon' roll one as cold as me
I was shown by G's, Forgiatos on my auto it's a car show on my
Old school pourin' lean
Candied yams and collard greens
Pocket fulla stones ridin' clean
Let me tell you bout this country shit
Country country shit
VAUGHN MONROE AND HIS ORCHESTRA
VOCAL BY VAUGHN MONROE (VM) AND
CHORUS (CH)
VM FROM THIS MOMENT ON,
YOU FOR ME DEAR,
ONLY TWO FOR
And she walks along by the river
Where you can be alone with your dreams
And she screams at the world
"I'm done getting burned
When do I get my
shown by G's
Forgiatos on my auto it's a
Car show on my street
It's a car show on my lawn and
All them cars belong to me
I'mma a don, I'mma dog
I'm like
ten Glocks
I pour up pints and smoking P's
Out the 448 ridin' straight A
I go more nuts than a pay day
But I go more nuts than a nutty bar
I pop out,
to Jesus uncanny guess who?
I'm in the alley
Just smoking a fatty of dope guess who?
Now I'm in the valley gettin' my
Dick sucked by a hoe guess who?
You
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