Lyrics:
the first nigga that's catching a case
I stalk through the hood, get a QP, I'm so G
You can not do me, I'm a certified gangsta
And I'm sponsored by Louis
them racks, give it all to my nephew
Think this shit sweet, nigga, play ima stretch you
Bullets gon' burn him like he need a checkup
Long live my
You just wanna get lit pipped up
Dirty cup babygirl party all the time
I'm just tryna run my benjis up
Cop a new Bentley truck
I stay on my grind
for a long time
Now we winning riding in a Bentley
Spend a bag on that coupe
Stars in the roof feels like a Spaceship
Ayy
Bitches tryna come
zone yeah with my hoe going sideways don't you know don't look at me too long you'll catch a cold (vvs)
Up in lavelle over 44 line by through the door
red up in the Acuratti Bentley
Every time I hit it she telling me what my rent be
My sell out been a long time coming
I remember days lost and running
I signed up for the long game
I know it's fucked up in the rap game
But I had this inner voice that would light my way
I was tired of being broke with
everything by hand
With books and wells
We could color with crayons
We could put together puzzles
We could read about triumphs
We could read about struggles
is divisible by 5
And my girlfriend only like white guys
I sniff alcohol so I get high
This beat fucking trash so it sound nice
My elbow hurts in
young'n show that Bentley
Stunna' my Pa' so you know that's in me
Gotti my mentor so don't go there wit' me
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ
Say go DJ,
young'n show that Bentley
Stunna' my Pa' so you know that's in me
Gotti my mentor so don't go there wit' me
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ
Say go DJ,
andre 3000
I'm tryna get that Bentley with no co-signer
A trap God I'm no role model
And I don't fuck around with no fuck arounds
So don't fuck around
Summer stories that we own could become a film
We could watch it years ago on the DVD
There'll be the house my grandma sold
There'll be people we
So tell ya man (bye bye) and tell him you're long (gone)
Ain't no need in waiting up, you done found you another (home, woo)
I don't know why you
know you that long so ain't much I can ask of you
And when I reminisce I can't take it back wit' you
I can't ask "Yo' what happen to my nigga
Even got suds dripping down to the floor to the floor
Oh I like it when she get real wet
Come back next week and get Flips set
Get my set Bentley's
I been killin' M.C.'s for a long time
Slaughterin' with rhymes
Y'all fall in line
I pound through the city with my ill flow
Stick to the beat like
a spy
She put double C on her eye
All of these corners sharp might wreck da Bentley in the hills
My bitches coming dressed to kill
I fuck for hours off
Compare your confidence you're laking prominence
So when you try talking shit make it obvious
So irritated by the fake that always seem to contemplate
with the latest
Pool party with the A-list
Feeling so innovative
Breaking bread with familiar faces
Surrounded by all my day ones, only way that I
to get your fuckin throat slit
I wanna call Gus and hang you by your pedo wrists
This is not a threat, just a little wish
Also scammy fake mechanics do
they throw it out
Bentley waiting by the curb I spur it out
Doors don't open they self the chauffeur get out
My exhale made anything a foggy blur
I
T you end up in the harbour
Inevitably, I'm one of the better MCs
Tentatively they stepping to me
Separated by at least seven degrees
Heaven decrees I got
is
He wanted to shine at the swap meet
Til the white boys got him in that hot seat
I only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat
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