Lyrics:
on a mission bet how many shots this nigga top could hold
Turn it up soon as the plot thicken, big homies rich off of pot whipping'
If I'm by myself in the box
I done smoked before I wrote
Ain't tryna die by the smoke
Need a Maybach with a push start With pipes louder than kush clout
My bitch think that I'm
day by day
Aye
Uh
Ever ride fast on top of a drift?
Can it ride fast if you constantly stiff?
I got the crew that I'm constantly with
I got the flow
I got the feds takin notes all day and night they’re snappin pictures and I bet u that they tapped my line cuz the crime that I do pays slangin Ps
Just seen another cover story on me by Forbes (by Forbes)
In a Black Cadillac with the bulletproof doors (doors)
Lit the hotel room up, white ashes
Cut the music up please
Yeah, I should never leave hip-hop
Controlled by my two hands they go tick-tock
Around the clock, yes it's my time, my
keep that on the under
I fell in La Marina nigga, that was on a Sunday
Top drop on the Phantom, pistol by my stomach
Real niggas, stand up (stand up),
If you really down, we can find it
Lost in an alley, make love by a trash can, ayy (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Hope there is a mood (oh, oh, oh, oh)
And if you
under carpet like a low rider
You see me chilled and shit
I am not like a bitch
I don't like the hoes ocean even with the potion
I am not devoted by
a plan, chase the plan
Don't get stop by no fuck shit
This for my family
This one gone come in handy
I'm tryna reach the top understand me
Aye (aye)
With
the image by blendin' division
'Til we all we cause mayhem like Dennis the Menace
Once you sign that dotted line, drafted into the fan base
Unkle Samm runs
proceeded to pick Tyson up on Palmetto
Bounced out the Q, scanned the blocks on both aves
Got too much on the line, can't get pinched by crabs
Jail and money
I'll tell you when I've had enough
Party by myself
Rather be inebriated
Got nobody else
My words are abbreviated
Buy the whole top shelf
You can't
noggin
And I'm loved by few and hated by many but I gotta let the truth be told
Don't mess with Texas these streets is restless
These niggas will buss yo
Driving with my top down
Cruising at the speed of light
Grab the wheel and bleed I might
Making sense of all the wicked shit I've seen tonight
With
base your self worth off the paper that's in your wallets
Seen priceless live taken by selfish greed and violence
Killers crossing the line cause nobody
got some shit on his chest (he do)
Pray he don't flex, I'ma send em home (I am)
I got big pistols and weed by the pig, I got hitters, one call, I can
models
I'm at the top of the line, we got 2 different specs
with this rhymin' ya lines are declinin' you're one fry shy
Of a happy meal, shit you'd have to be crazy t' clash with me like the swap to a fly
Mentally
that, pounds of dro I done blew that
You should of knew that, the Slim Thug gon shine
My ear rings cost a dime, I read Rolex Times
I'm top of the line
line, girls galore (ore)
Girls I never even seen before (ore)
The way they swayed and make me smile (smile)
But Run get the dimes on the top
go
That's how you make a statement that they should quote
I seen death around the corner
And I lived right by the corner store
I'm a Hot Boy, I'll
We were just a couple years short of the age
By my name on a fake ID
And still 'bout a hundred away from the day
Your daddy said you could run
stuffing thousand lines in each and every verse I get ya,
I kiss her in the mouth, she watch my money stack,
She know I'm here forever, its deeper then
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