Lyrics:
it
Cuz the party life we livin be so raw with no edit
Bring ya girls Get ya girls stuff em all in ya civic
We got hoes kissin hoes middle of a pendemic
perfect
This is hostile not the gospel
Still apostles praise and worship
They must love the way I serve it
On my Houston shit I'm swervin'
If you seen me
(Valious)
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Headshot
This might take off his dread locks
You can run but you can’t hide
Lil bro don’t try
We got sticks all on our
Yea... yeah, ayy, huh
Y'all already know I like them sticks man
I swear I'm so lifted walkin on the moon
We gon' be rich real, real soon
And when
to stepin', stop playin' stop playin'
Bizzle!
Hop out wit that stick and it's a blitz, you bet not try to run
My dawg gon' catch ya from the side, wit that
Yeah here we go, just go with the flow
I wanna say something to this girl I know
She tried to play me out though, check it out
This I dedicate
that's catastrophic
You condemn the rhymes that I make
Am I a fucking fucker that does frustrate
You are sickened by my expletives
That this sick cunt
R.I.P. FLO
Who got my back when it get hectic
Like a veteran
I'm not a rookie
Under the hoodie
There's a gun
We don't fight we don't run
Be
to just stick around here and lick me
'Cause I run through broads and never get enough, maybe I'm too selfish
But I can't help it, can't stay witchu girl
for this Spanish Fly
Can you come over? Something, I wanna show ya
Told ya once we was gon' take a trip, touch you
With my lips where you like it
Talking big shit it’s a stick up
Run around town with some big bucks
I was just tryna get my dick sucked
By a thick bad bitch and her friends bruh
I just
Wait, please, mister clown, sir, you don't have to do-, zip it
Please, please, I've got money, we can-, shut it, fucker
Please we can work this out,
that this $haggy no Scooby-Doo
Imma get on that ass like I'm fruity loom
Keep it G every step, got no Gucci shoes
We extended the clips like a movie crew
posing postures still smoking
On that dope shit Feezy got the eight
I got the nine we on our go shit
Tryna play me close
My young nigga's on stand by
But
time, oh
Don't waste my time, woah
Stick by my side, no
Cus lately girl I've been deprived
Yeah, rewind, said run it back
I been on the field like
[Chorus:Repeat x4]
Can you kick it like I kick it when I kick this,
Can I get a witness? (Yes you can!)
New jacks better back up, before they
don’t let a key-board get you slapped up by degenerates
King shit I embedded it, run this shit I aint sweating in
At one point you gon’ realize you only
'bout that life you niggas say y'all livin'
We the type to catch a body and go ask, "Who did it?"
Had a growth spurt overnight the way I pack this
know we can't afford this," syke
I accidentally picked it up, it accidentally fell in my pocket
Whaddya know? I accidentally walked out the store
Alarm
the process, doing this shit take me straight to the lord
Stick to myself cause I know that I got it, only way to do this shit man of course
Tell my tale cause
bitch, she's a bitch
This bitch talk down on me, I'ma pull up with a brand new stick
Drop the song on your birthday, man, I feel like shit
Wings dates, we
deceiving
And I try to not lack cause them vultures attack if a nigga run up then I'm squeezing
And this smile on my face It could tell you a lot but can't
bluff run in your spot with a detective suit
Got you cuffed bout to show you what this tech will do
You must of thought that we was friendly when we
And are you real or not, Cause I’m not faking shit
We keep drums and sticks, we keep hella clips
Run up in your shit, uh, I might take your bitch
Me
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