Lyrics:
can suck my dick
A cold back motherfucker from the 6 zone
The same crippled motherfucker got picked on
Now I ain't never even really have shit,
a distance and they scopin' my neck
But these diamonds even cost me M-R and cars on my deck
And I can already vision people sayin I'm wrong
But I rather his
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
Know we all gone die die die
I wanna live my life life life
And imma do it right right right
Whoa
Tell me how the fuck you onna roll
Lil boy got
(Stribb on the beat) uh
Mr walk this shit down
I don't need no shooter it's Mr, uh
Mr walk this shit down
I don't need no shooter
Walk down, nigga,
ol' Barry started humming
And tapping his feet on the floor
I sat and watched this performance
And a tear streamed down my left cheek
But tragedy struck
it!"
I believe them these the same niggaz I grew up in the hood wit
Yo yo yo, what's today's date?
...
Shh, December 8th?
Man today my
Knock knock knock it's lil ol' me
Jack up in my cup man hold up
I done came up from sleepin in my truck
Does and the bucks roosters and them hens
Big Lone
Keep that drake on me like Mr.OVO that new production
I be keeping it a stack this that new percussion
Lil bro died behind the wheel shit was deviating
before I'm done
Ball till I have it all, I want the whole while
if not, I don't want none
Why I hang with the same ol' niggas
That's what
And I ain't leavin' the house
Without that in my hand
And it ain't only the cops
It's niggas on your block
That talk like a lil' bitch and
Act like they
Brrrah Brrrah Brrrah Motherfuckers Wah
This is Lil Dinky
And this is Eauldie
I can't fall asleep, too many rhymes inside my cranium
I'm raining them
to tell you them lies, you better not believe it twice (Come on)
Yeah
Best watch what you say, Lil "shh" got that fatal device (Silence)
Yeah, she say I can
'bout time
Knock him out they gon' be bloggin' him right now (brr)
Big worm bitch I send a drive by
Come out the house, know we posted at night time
Stay smoked out, Money Mark stay loched out
Bicardi wit tha chokes out, hollerin' folks out
When I go by hittin this, Slip-n-Slide ain't no forgettin'
your head, like I got your ass on record
Tune, don't be so cruel, Tune don't be so rude
Nah, fuck that, fuck these lil niggas, fuck these lil dudes
By
at the table make
Yo ho go fetch him a plate
Then I pull up in the Porsche
Bet whoever willin' to race
Charges dismissed by the feds
Still gotta deal with
at the table make
Yo ho go fetch him a plate
Then I pull up in the Porsche
Bet whoever willin' to race
Charges dismissed by the feds still
Gotta deal with
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
Charles was the place
Still got luv for the boot y'all in my Blood everyday
Still the same ol yay I just got a lil Wiser
If skies is the limit I'm just
T but what's more important
To me is that don't be comin' 'round my girl
Tryna act like Mr friendly
And steal the spotlight like Mr bentley
I spotted her
money by the sewer
Broccoli head, lookin' kind of super
Life, right, almost white
She had a fresh shot, vice grip tight
She said don't stop, I said
Beatboxing in the background
Boring same ol' Sunday type shit
Man, kinda boring
Hey you, kid! (Who me?) yeah you
Ahh what are you listenin to
In
a lil')
Sssss, (So what's up P, what chu' been up to man)
Ya know the same ol' shit, tryin' to get this rap shit off the ground
Know what I'm sayin' (Ah man
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