Lyrics:
Or die
Can't lie
Forever wit' me by my side
Talkin to you got me weak you make me feel special
Take my hand just roll wit me I'll hold you down forever
See
and you saw me,
We knew the stars aligned,
Shawty aren’t you down to ride,
Don’t worry bout the niggas that tried,
I just wanna move slide,
Not talkin
bout mine
I cant have no friends around they cause me problems make me drown
Only got real ones by my side cause loyalty its hard to find
You cant fw me
vicious, grab that lil' bitch by the collar, ayy
Bitch ain't have no cup, we poured it up in water bottles
If that bitch come off the hip, then don't say
I'm on they gas, can't tell you where I copped it
Regardless, it don't matter, no point in even talkin
Regardless, you can't fuck with me, I know they
vicious, grab that lil' bitch by the collar, ayy
Bitch ain't have no cup, we poured it up in water bottles
If that bitch come off the hip, then don't say
M's)
Got some niggas in the hood
They got M's, nigga (woo)
M's nigga (M)
Want them M's, nigga (real deal M's)
Young rich nigga ain't got no deal
I
buy the bar, I know that you can't
I can buy that car, I know that you can't
[Verse 1: Quavo]
No you can't, no you can't
You don't sip that lean by
I know that you can't
I can buy that car, I know that you can't
No you can't, no you can't
You don't sip that lean by the pint
You a peon, you don't
yourself, I'ma dip
'Cause only two bitches satisfy my dick
No such thing as too many drinks
Follow me, and I'ma turn you out
Put that pussy in my face
Give me backshots, now it's back to D.R (yup)
Fly you out to P.R., can't put you in no Dior (D)
Look into my eyes, you could tell I want a D boy (D)
niggas wanna act up
He talkin' like a snitch, no, that ain't my nigga
He trippin' off a bitch, no, that ain't my nigga
Take a nigga case, yeah that's my
to hold that shit
Empty the can with one hand and reload that shit
Give 'em the full clip
These niggas is bullshit
Been talkin' big six but scared
on the block with the glock that don't think
That's a nigga back up, they in a bucket lapped up
I got to act right if you niggas wanna act up
He talkin' like
on the block with the glock that don't think
That's a hitta back up, they in a bucket lapped up
I got to act right if you hittas wanna act up
He talkin' like
on the block with the glock that don't think
That's a nigga back up, they in a bucket lapped up
I got to act right if you niggas wanna act up
He talkin' like
told me she fell in love with my persona
I feel like Mary, don't want no more drama
I can't get in tune with that trash
I had to Louis my bags, you
on molly (Prolly' me on molly)
Stayin' by my lonely, Ion' fuck with nobody
I'm tired of the bitchin', damn I'm sorry (Damn I'm sorry)
Damn I'm sorry, Ion'
pullin moves & it jammed
Im going ham but no baloney
How your nigga up but that nigga he owe me
She coughin so hard she cant even smoke weed
Pop me perc
Send me dead flowers by the U.S. Mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave
No, I won't forget to put roses
Acting like they got the chains on me but I been broke loose aye
What you talkin bout I been out the crowd
If they hate me bet they feeling me now
I don't
nizzle, you gon' get hizzle
Relax by the kizzle
An' go get us a couple hizzles
You dizzles
Yeah with Muggs
What it is
Sen Dog!
Keep it real gangster
me the wrist is froze
Like toes on a body in the morgue
They were all put there by the squad
Look here I'm the God on the mic
On the track
Like Arthur
Let me start this off by saying I like to smoke hella sour
Devourin' hella beats by the hour
Politicin' talkin' money power
I just want that crib by
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