Lyrics:
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
As the baddest rapper there
lu
Uh that's 151 malibu rum and pineapple juice
You know what I'm sizzlin
Ha! Uh you down't know what dat is
Can't get the party started without
get some mo
With them shopping bags then I'm out the door
Back on the road gotta get the dough
Now I'm paddle shifting just like a pro
Play the next
and red
So you might as well say that Skepta's dead
But I’m torturing Skepta I’ll start
From his head and
Go all the way down to the toes
Rip out his scalp
kinda flippy, pockets never skimpy
Married to Marijuana with that drama you can miss me
Fifty-fifty I'm a playa, slash money maker by nature
I get that
get him a mil
Aye long live savage
Three backends by the morning and I just walked out the bank
Told em I quit I cant
Promise I'm never gone change
Big
you, he need his Rogaine razor blade
Dancin' down ya center this the Soul Train
I'm from where you had to pick a
Side and then defend ya block
Where
Leaving you, girl, headed down, down that road
You left me many burdens, and such a heavy load
And man it sure does wig me out
When I think about
has the world come to, I'm from the 3 1 2
Where cops don't come through and dreams don't come true
Like there the god go in his Murcielago
From working
Side
We ride
Vibe
This is Houston
Screwston
Texas you know what I mean
I'm down in the Webster but uh
It's still part of the culture
Nah mean
We on
Wood
a map and take a trip down south
Come on over to Houston Texas welcome to the Swisha House
It's the land of the trill
I'm coming live from the block
I
game on me
Houston Fuckin Texas little bitch
I'm from that Nawfside
Even when a nigga in the burbs
I still be outside
Plenty nights overthinking shit
I
wire.
Turn down that highway, turn up that dirt road.
It's over three days since I left Houston.
Ole Black's my truck's name.
She's held together by
superhero
(Shazam)
Yah, now we running from the five-oh
Seven-one-eight, boy, they running from the five-oh
Three-oh-five, man, they running from
I'm going all in
They don't know how a nigga feel no mo
I'm from that side where you on go, you gotta blast it
I'm out in Houston on the road, I
from all communication, our closure was next to none
That was just me being dumb
Deep down I wasn't either
But I'm so damn stubborn, my stupid pride had
Sunk cost of substances I'm fiending
Got me fucked up
Got me blacked out in the corner
Out the door in early morning
Get ahead of today's scoring
By
We were barrelling' down old 17
When a man with a blinking red light was on our tail
He said, "You were doin' 60 in a 45
But I'm gonna let you go
know we coming down and
A nigga feel so trilla
Cause I'm coming with Big Moe, my Key-C and Poyo
I even gotta tight foot from the playa Joe
Man let me get
know we coming down and
A nigga feel so trilla
Cause I'm coming with Big Moe, my Key-C and Poyo
I even gotta tight foot from the playa Joe
Man let me get
Six by nines through theses door panels
Make a bunch of noise
I'm mobbin' on these back
Streets and city blocks
Middle finger every cop
Chevy block
burn them by the three, I'ma show you what I mean
Ain't gotta show the world, show the world that I'm the...
I don't fuck with all these bitches, I'm
I'm blessed
Even though I get slammed with lawsuits like car doors
See three P.O.'s like Star Wars
They want me by the road holdin' up cardboard
So
Step into a dark abyss with my feet above the ground
Got me wondering when the next time I'm coming down
The air is gettin thin, it feels like I'm
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