Lyrics:
Rollin' down the strip on Vogues
Comin' up, slammin' Cadillac doors
Me and you
Your mama and your cousin too
Rollin' down the strip on Vogues
Comin'
the road
Flew back then flew in
My mum knows what I'm doing
And deep down, I know she's screwing
I fell asleep with 13 scores in my mouth
Had a dream about
For your boy
I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks with the trampoline on the floor
I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors nigga
Money,
on the roof
When it come down, your head will get hoof
Blud, you'll be missing more than one tooth
Skepta, live in the flesh I'm proof
That DJ's can take
emergence
Superlative, you fabricated like the word absurditive
I'm rockin' this from here to where the Persians live
To Brooklyn where the merchants live
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
Yeah where I'm from, they shooting out all weekend
It's Uptown nigga, lay your ass down nigga
Across the 'Stead, shooting them canons and spit crazy
Yeah where I'm from, they shooting out all weekend
It's Uptown nigga, lay your ass down nigga
Across the 'Stead, shooting them canons and spit crazy
one Friday on the side of the road in L.A.
My man Wes says hey, "I got a bitch in San Diego"
"Cool", I said, "I'll see ya in a couple days
I'm gonna
record like Bangkok Dangerous
36 Chamber Fists, trianglist
Watch me mangle this, star spangle this
Rock cowboy wrangle it, create mega hits
I'm from
wit
I'm a tank running in banks and takin' all of it
Player we're flawless, wit nothin' to lose guns bustin'
And brossen niggas y'all can't live
I’m getting these clothes
Ignoring these hoes
Openin’ up doors
Speed it up, slow it down however I want
Astronaut youngin, my flow came from space
So
even if I gotta
Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot
Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
My titties bounce
(Mhmm, mhmm)
Frank Zulu The 3rd
What?
Yeah
Kick down the door cuz'
They didn't want to let us in (Whoa)
Kick down the door cuz'
They didn't want
goes back juss like them splinters an 'em temps, uh
met this bitch that was in Houston, said she was from Houston,
said her profession was stackin
and that'll be bad
For my son to have the same shit his pops just had
And when I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be strapped wit tnt
Run up in city hall and take
regret, the times we got blowed
On the road doing shows, all across the globe
It's your boy Willean, and I'm holding it down
Legendary status Screw,
not
Fuck what I got, let’s talk what I’m getting’ your man on a mission.
Talk about money you feel like I’m dissin’
Live by the grind like it’s part
live off it for three days
And when it's done, who's the next victim today
I'm trife nigga, and I don't live by BIBLE life
I yap the nigga ripe then
me Jim Baker from Ohio
To Texas we so infectious A-T-L to S-T-L is going to be hard to catch us I'm talking
Bout weed, pills, sippin' on bar,
Yeah, I'm the only one that get the job done (job done)
I don't know a nigga that can cover for me (cover for me)
Yeah, got some game from my days
That picture hangin' on the wall
Was painted by a friend
He gave it to me all down and out
When he owed me ten
Now it doesn't look like much i
not careful I'll be humbled like the rest
Paul was knocked off of his high horse hard (Go)
Humbled on the road to Damascus by the Lord (Go)
Why do you
we did it by ourselves
From the road trips, to the studios
All those times we was chilling in my house
Those times are the times
That I'm thinking
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