Lyrics:
Somebody call the cops up
[Bridge]
So won't cha walk like a model
Walk like a model
Walk like a model
Walk it out
So won't cha walk like a model
Waitin and ready, heart underlined colon so heavy
Heavy as the fear in my gut
I know we made it this far but we cannot
We can't give it up
I wish you were
I'm going beast mode in this bitch
Ass droppin', Pill poppin'
I just switched up the whip
You can't tell me shit (No)
My wrist so fuckin' cooooooold
Told my old bitch to stop bothering pointed to the door
Got a four for four in my four-by-four for my four fellows
Wearing full VLONE head to toe
My ex
me brotha
We was eighteen gettin it, chevys all colors
Super far from a sucka, he aint neva tuck his tail
On the east of Atlanta givin sucka niggas
reason
So I delivered food
For this mean boss
Who paid
Four bucks an hour
Plus you got to
Keep the crappy tips
And I started
Taking guitar lessons
With
I'm gifted
We smoking on grass she so twisted
Smoking on gas I'm revving the engine
Tell a model chick get with me
So different
All the real niggas want
Picture me at home, posing like a model
Get it on the go
Give it to you mobile
You'll never know nobody else like this
So keep it low and keep me on private
Swear so much
On the daily
That I gotta bleep
R33 on the streets
R34, bitches want more yeah
Range Rover, decked out, 4 by 4 yeah
New Pagani,
I try to point y'all
He gon' need som' strong
It's 3AM, so wait too long
You by yourself, done hit my phone
What you got go
What you got goin' now
to the screen, maybe get seen
Maybe get chose by a *** from my team
Head so good, he don't ask for a prenup
Now ask yourself this question, umm
Would you be
dream, of that ghetto prom queen
Was to make it to the screen, maybe get seen
Maybe get chose by a nigga from my team
Head so good he don't ask for
Babe, everything you do is amazing
You're working hard to impress me
I'm looking far beyond the money
Cause you've got me
Like ooooh
By your side in
don't want to be last
I just want to be present and not surpassed by my own failings as a sinner to weep and nash teeth
So to those who are
fingers that are stealing from you (4x)
(Capture the flag)
One by one like little confused penguins
Larceny's yes when fools used weapons
Like
on her too
im her hubby she ma boo
i'll always love her yes its true
so i get her different shoes different robbas different troops
Haa! by the way i had
We got one bad bitch at the party on her phone
Two shots in and she's all alone
Bring three friends so she feels at home
Got four bad bitches that's
make more pressure
And so on and so forth, okay, I'll give your four more measures
And more records with more effort than ever before
I'm the youngin'
[Chorus]
Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)
Ridin' by gettin' high
Smokin' on that chronic drinkin' Ol' English
Rags tied gangs signs Letters
match up
They use to laugh and didn't thank fast now they got passed up
I'm in the 4 by 4 model X
I didn't know know it was so fast yeah
The doors go up,
Mack elevens and M-16's
High caliber, so why try it?
You live by it, so you die by it
A muthafuckin' gun...
[WC]
Who's the man with the strap in his
Facebook feed last week
In about four hours I'm going to do something I'm loathe to do
Call the child support division
I even messaged her on Facebook
dream, of that ghetto prom queen
Was to make it to the screen, maybe get seen
Maybe get chose by a nigga from my team
Head so good he don't ask for
yellow with the black stripe, kill bill
I'm so far ahead of the skills here
I'm getting ready for my past life
I'm the real deal
Like Holyfield, think you
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