Lyrics:
all them kung-fu flicks, poison 'em highly
I'm quickly on the run through clicks, but fast in a hurry
When I smash, leave your vision blurry
Tryin
wildin'
Talkin' 'bout how you ran the Island in '89
Layin' up, playin' the yard with crazy shine
I cocked a baby 9 that nigga grave be mine, clanked him
'em
Need more space to put the Rolls in it
Rollin' blunts for the fuck of it
I'm already high, I'm just talkin' shit
Shit on niggas like an eagle do
and money
'Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built to last
If you fuck with me I'll put my foot in your ass
See, I don't give a fuck, 'cause I keep
Picked him Caus he's a player but you know I'm not on playing shit
Crown me like im cersei please
Yall stay sleep on canopys
I'm in your bitches
nun chucks
Now, give it to me
I want the best and the best things in life are free
You can have it all
Anything you want you can make it yours
nun chucks
Now, give it to me
I want the best and the best things in life are free
You can have it all
Anything you want you can make it yours
together by your B-day
I told them just don't go out sad or be no cheapskate
I wanna see you on the building out on Peachtree
Yeah, yeah
Half
think he tough
Body workin 9 to 5, he gettin' paid, now he talkin' shit
Never judge a nigga by how he walk, watch how he talk
Sorry nigga, but I done fuck
Some don't understand, niggas I hog about my scrillions
Pill young knuckle heads, stoppin by my building
Built in the game, foundated since '74
Its
They ran from my tool keep talkin' shit
I bet your family see you
Laid up in that room
We gon' kill 'em once it's
Through, we got money, drugs too
Put
you'll get tossed in
And fuck a first class, I'm in the cockpit
It's obnoxious, it's bumpin' out my car
Bass'll shake your dinin' room table from afar
you'll get tossed in
And fuck a first class, I'm in the cockpit
It's obnoxious, it's bumpin' out my car
Bass'll shake your dinin' room table from afar
dont sleep I'm chasing that pay
You ain't talking no money get outta my way
I'm the captain (YahYaaah) when fly by niggaz really know what's happening
killing the game, and lately I've felt inadequate
So I took hip hop by the throat so I can have my own stab at it
I wish before sleep I could think about
Dame said he hirin', we need some custodians
I bet your label fuck you in
The ass with no petroleum
Mr benton, I'll abort you lames
Can somebody spare
liquor by the case
From all those bootleggin' friends who make a killin' here in Satan Place
When Mrs Brown had finished talkin' no one dared to make
hit one of your friends and
It's some black tubes
Yeah, call Mr gun Knife Lanez
I call me Mr "Damn He Done Fucked My Dame"
It's lil' nigga that you
at the mall
Now he a target
You ain't had a haircut in weeks
You look starvin'
I'll put a nigga on a tape with his artist
Ayy, bitch steady talkin' that shit
I ain't in to chillin lil baby I'm hustling
That ain't no lean lil nigga that's tussin
I know they hate how I came up from nothing
Stick on me look
though
I'm finna go back in
You ready
My new nigga get me fly, I'm talkin' fits and overseas
Take a puff and call him daddy, have him like, Caresha,
could took a try
And kiss that ass goodbye
You be found in your home Nigga
Head blown from that Chrome
Fuck with me, I'm livin' wrong Nigga
[T.L.T
back
I'm from where a bitch a kill you and they all trap
Mall bags getting made by the Reynold's rap
Everybody puttin orders in watch em bring it back
tell my lil' ho grab a Toyota
And hit me when she put her eyes on 'em
Clip in the drizzy a mile on
I keep a extra for add on
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