Lyrics:
with a friend in St. Thomas
For 50 Carats in my pendant to change up the climate
We paint all the whips to cocaine white, decorate the garages
Ice
I'm the best, you know what I mean?
I, sometimes, I don't wanna believe in myself
But it's the truth, I'm the best
And I'm just convinced, you know
on tradition
Carry on tradition
When you rep what we rep then carry on tradition
Now some of these new rappers got their caps flipped backwards
Wit their
don't come crawling back when a mother fuckin nuke hits
What happened to Biggie and Tupac
Like we all forgot about hip hop
Just like the kids
to the streets of the fuckin' elite
Where we care that heat and bump the beat
Snow white Tesla is what I ride gotta my fuckin' niggas
With that heat beside run
niggas
Slide for my niggas, homicide for my niggas
Cry for my niggas, never lie to my niggas
If we ever go to jail
Do the time for my niggas
What you know
don't turn on each other remember that)
(No Limit family baby)
(Master P, Kane, and Abel)
(To the world)
(Haha)
(We're here when all
feel)
A young nigga sellin' fruity by the pound (that's how ya feel)
And I got the best white in the town (that's how ya feel)
.45 on my lap, it's
Shawty we never fuck in the bed smell like urine (uh)
I'm getting my dicks suck, what're you doin'?
She's a nympho, she done fucked all my kin folks
She
Kane is in the building
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven right above it
We on
'Cause we on
Who else
vibe?
What if my hits ride?
What if I'm wave? These kiddies tryna get like me
Still Livin like forget a white t
Feel nothin getting by me
By the way this
fuckin G em
Luckliy married to this .45 under my fuckin seat
Talkin bullet pistol solid shootin never shook me
You boys can't hook me, listen to what
Kitty Kane so wet, damn bae need a towel
Fuck around and ain't even put it down, I already put it down
Fuck it, we'll use it next round, kitty ain't
a rapper, what the fuck do I know
Well I'm also a nigga that
Came off Martin Luther King, man
Son of a dope lady
And I went to fuckin' Morehouse nigga
I
like how we look at 6ix9ine
Lookin' at Tory like he played himself, fuck was on his mind? (What up?)
That bullet ain't faze her, her leg ain't even
don't bother me
Found out we got chemistry, fuckin' your anatomy
Picked up like a magazine (whoa, yeah, yeah)
And I'm on another page (ayy)
Bet you
the fuckin' gayest in the city
I be suckin' KeShaun's man titties
Yeah
Wah
Mm, you know we gay, you know we fuckin'
You know we faggots
We big Twinkies
Oh, by
soft
We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beats his hooves
Tyler the Creator sweatin' Jesus juice
Put that fuckin' cow on my level, cause I'm
white is your blow?
'Cause I'm like that yo
Only, write what you know
'Cause I'm like that
How tight is your flow?
Just like that yo
How right is
of the above
Comin' together like keys on a piano
Black and white to unite and oh man, oh man
What joy do we find?
Hard for me to say it sometimes
Nothin' can
substitutin crack for music
I mean dope tapes
This is how we would make it. (There it is right there)
For all you playas hustlaz ballas and even
But bitches, "you ain't fuckin' with no broke niggas"
That's why I ride, ain't you see I put you on the CLS
We on the point your voice sound like sex,
West Coast drive-by, it happens like everyday
Bitch ass motherfuckers gettin' chased away
It go
[Chorus: MC Ren]
Woop, Woop
That's them fuckin
Silly cat, wore suede in the rain
Swear he put the G in game
Had the Gucci frame
Before Dana Dane, thought he ran with Kane
I can't recall his name
(What
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