Lyrics:
while
I could've followed you but being a flunkie ain't my style
Fee fi fo fum I smell a storm coming
Out of shape can't keep my pace I call em phillip
me Usain Bolt all up on the track B
Out running hoes like a mutha fuckin track meet
Stealth movin' covert
Got these haters hurt
Put in work like my
got that work if you ain't a po-po and you looking for something
Hit your, hit your boy up, I got what you need
But keep it on the hush when you holler
the swipe (okay)
Service fees too high
KMT, that's a third of the swipe (no way)
African boy, that's me
You won't catch me with no dead CC (okay)
I can
Got the hunger of a broke rapper
Kill you while I'm rollin' up then smoke after
Catch you at your show, snatch ya, empty out the dough faster
Bentley
Got the hunger of a broke rapper
Kill you while I'm rollin' up then smoke after
Catch you at your show, snatch ya, empty out the dough faster
Bentley
wit me on Sick Mode
And Im sayin boy
Fall back stay in your lane
Im from where where Im from
Oh yeah we not the same truzmea
Naw man no back and forth
with my choppa, catch a murder (Catch a murder, aye)
Pop out with my K, and I'ma murk you (Aye, aye, aye, aye)
Ay, pop out with my choppa, it's
Tony dead and his brother too
Streets talkin' every week the coppers comin' through
And homicides scoopin' niggas out of Paulie crew
Damn, he in
bitch, I thought you knew this
Who is gonna catch me when I fall or even care to?
While you thinkin' I see you lost up in my rearview
Hear you is down
We're headed out tonight; boys, let's saddle up
It's time to take on the town
It's Friday night, and all these city lights
They make me wanna burn it
gone know what I sayin (Sayain)
And I don't wanna talk it out
Just be quiet, too much people talking now
I can't hear myself thinking, my mind and my
hunnits in stash
Yo lines don't add up, I'm doin the math
It's comin out I am the one
Don't need a gun
I'll kill em off if they send out a diss or they
guessed it! God done over by customs, the pair of us, didn't we? So there we
are standing there, "Hello hello hello! What you been up to, you naughty boys
"Boy, you a hoe," alright, bro, you know it's good
Pull on side, park by the curve, hit the lights, I'm jumping out
That switch gone fuck up all his
Don't wanna fall to your love again
What's going on, G-Dog
Don't wanna fall to your love again
Why this bitch so upset
Don't wanna fall to your love
a bitch, hella nasty (yeah)
Walking out in public, swaggin' out like bitch caress me (yeah)
All you niggas gimmicks, boy I'll catch your ass by Sesame Street
Boy, I, be, thuggin'
Got, them, things, ten a ki, hustlin'
Catch me at the shop, I will, be, there
And my prices stay low, I keep, it, there
And if
Running from the cops
They never gonna catch me
They are the law
But I never gonna fall
Yeah,
Collab' baby
With my boy Alex aka Vukac
With El Gran Matador
life, in a major way
The shit they say, might catch you a case
The shit I say, feel like your birthday
[Chorus]
[Ice Cube]
You know what? Momma
They keep callin' me, they keep callin'
All the lil' homies keep fallin'
In 'em sand traps, nigga's can't figure out
In the fast lane, boy put
dying
This for brodie, attack is what I stay
On, you won't ever catch me lacking, Homie
(Aye) silencer your focal
Ain't no vocals like it's karaoke
(Uh,
Seen a familiar face, I bust a U-turn
(6lement)
Hey
When them tears fall, know the path darker
I pray to the Lord, hear me out, Father (ooh,
the pickups
Clear out all the properties and go fund all the kick ups
Then round up the circle have Em meet me at the awning
Lets find the Donnie Brasco
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