Lyrics:
you a halo
Ima start this off by saying boy we on yo ass
Doing that instagram thugging for them hoes and your fans
You don't type how you act you
explain you got 8 million ways to die
We torch and scorch ya, make ya feel real sore
Have that ass looking just like this boo-boo slipped the door
Known
stay attached to corners
Hood rats plotting, riding for the blue cheese
All for the Gram, grams and a new weave
All they gotta spend expands, and some
it gives your speakers fits
We got them fine ass women with the big ole tits
Call me introspective
I assess my shit
Through introspection
Do we detect
except this nigga's
This 1992 shit ain't no new shit
We in all black you won't know who Blood and who Crip
With guns big enough to sink a fucking cruise
thanks
Breathe easy 'cause the Syndicate deep
And before we started rappin'
They got no sleep
It's Grand Larceny
Grand Larceny
Just give me
in a dead list
Full of rats and some cat piss
In a silent hill new bliss
Niggas ain't got new rizz
And I don't give fuck about opposition
Niggas
the tags
Spent some grands on the Louie luggage check the bags
Get outta line with me partner I'm a check yo ass
I'm fresh to death so baby check my swag
a coupe, Snoop we got news
Your girl was trickin' while you was draped in your county blues
I ain't been out a second
And already gotta do some
what you mean to me but first I need you on all fours
Now ass up, face down, when we're lovin'
Slow motion, in and out
Girl when you rain, I'ma break
you was coked up.
By my z'd up, whatever the fuck; who gives a fuck? You get fucked.
My coalition specialises in collision.
The clash
On the news it was televised
An Astrovan on Daytons strolled by
You think I lie? O.M.B. supplies the R.I.-
P. to the busters in front of me
Sweat that ass every
blindfolded
Gave a lady some wrinkle cream out of rat poop
You might just laugh so hard your skull cracks
Brain spills thick blood shooting out like
they teeth
It's time to meet your maker step into the new millennium
I analyze data like intel Pentium
So follow me, I blame sovereignty for God we
of a new skin
Never ending
Never ever really try to give up or slip up a chance
Son of a bitch, ruthless
Now I gotta get a witness
I get it if I gotta get up
fire to a bus of boy scouts
Swing at your head like I'm fucking Mike Trout
Bring a bomb to the game now thats a blowout
The monster in the closet
applause?
Shall we buy a new guitar?
Shall we drive a more powerful car?
Shall we work straight through the night?
Shall we get into fights?
Leave
Plan span divided, we still stand conquer land
One man'll body slam Def Jam
Focus ya head cam, zoom in, we radio tunin
I know you're listenin so I
this bullshit that we call the streets
You know? What can I say? Hip Hops been good to a nigga
I got mad love for the East coast, West coast, North
fenty
Got a call from Rhi, Finna be
The new face of beauty by Fenty
Never knew a hoodied chick be
Lookin' so sexy
Phone Onika (to) tell her I'm ready
class yall learned in
Y'all Niggas rats and vermins
Whole new path no merging
Games getting clapped no virgins
Put me in the booth and I'll burn it
Don't
a new Mercedes
Lifestyle dangerous, Pj Turks and Caicos
Leave that bitch at home think it's time I gotta lay low
Give me your heart shawty I'm tryna fuck
callin' me the cash cow (they callin' me the cash cow)
We get the Ps, we get the pints and then we tax 'em, Uncle Sam
Give 'em teddy bears and t-shirts,
success in my music career for me is waiting
All I have to do is give myself to him
Then all the fame riches bomb ass bitches and happiness begins
I looked
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