Lyrics:
no toupee
Nigga stay mad about it
You ask a lot of questions, you the type to go and serenade and nah nigga
I ain’t finna hang around it
Gotta run up
Steady focus
Steady smoking potent
Studio chillin when I’m feeling da most Devoted
This shit gospel how it’s spoken
I know he wit me when hurting
So
We deserve to eat, lets eat! (eat em up)
Yea, (fuck it) OOOOOhhh Lets get activated
First I get the head then I decapitate em (off wit it)
If you
to the beat, every man, reach your hands to the ceiling
what it is, is a stick up, hear, give it all up, for the nasty cut, i'm touch on, midas, let's all, get
me fightin' these 3 Strikes
Showin' up in court fuck what you thought it's three nights
I put the game down first put my niggas up on it
Now we
by the litre the litre
Girl be actin boujie she a diver a diver
Giussepe stepping got my green up my green up
Pull up get it steppin wit my nina my
warm him, who we runnin wit
They tried to take my Mind, and trapmy soul like it'd get up off me
Trappin, we don't fall asleep, my Nina, she not far from
Everybody bounce niggas, come on bounce
What come on, come on
I'm saying bounce bitches, come on bounce now
Yes, yes y'all, you know we talking it all
..
COVID got me stacking
And i still ain’t take no trips
Uhh
Family fucked up
I got scammed by my blood
Just last week
...
You told me that you loved
the runway, we so fresh off the runway
Fresh off the runway, fresh off hold up
I bet you wanna know what my crew about
You really wanna know how we get
a duck
Quick to holla whats up when a thug pull up
I see you fake ass twisted niggaz straight to the side
and can't even look a real nigga straight in
the city of Miami, what you expect?
Where you pay for sex, with extra steps
Expensive clothes, shape up, new car
With a made up job that don't make no
things
Like fancy cars, big houses wit your name on it
A bunch of chains around your neck the diamonds hang on it
Had my head in the clouds for a minute
You don't wanna be the side bitch
It's okay I been decided
Feeling kind suicidal
Oh over dosing on the liquor man
What we doing where we going
Im
Indica, Sativa, Hybrid
If it ain't one of those I neglect 'em
Don't stress none, I stay wit' it
Pockets stay full so it ain't nothin' to get it
That
that we talked about girl I know what to do
See we gone start up on the bed then we end up on the floor wit it
Between her legs I be givin' her these
in the cold
It's a lotta shit you'll never eva know
But fuhsho my mama ain't raise no ho
I ain't fuckin witchu I'm jus fuckin wit ya head
I don't wanna
gone flip like book
I read it once
now its time to cook
im stirring the pot like it should
I mix it once
The gang eating good
Like what was you doing
I
what they doing that shit old that shit ain't new
We set you up we actin cool then be like yeah bro after you
I'm in this bitch you know it bump
I
on the 10-speed
Now your boy up in a big league
I ain't been to Johnny, but wait 'til you see them new VVs
They ain't gon' want me on TV
Blinded by riches like
do
If the Lord wasn't walking by my side
What would I do, (What would I do when a tear fills my eyes)
What would I do (What would I do when it's my
and gone somewhere in the
Remember what special ed said I got it made
Play games wit me boy you gon need first aid
Im bout money you bout trickin' we
Improve by d second Goin up nd I mean it
I'm a cut throat I keep Goin 4 d neck
I'm a cut troat Goin 4 d neck
a different time zone
Ap ap ap I came up it got their minds blown
Miri miri miri everything except the shoes tho
Dior wit the Bally my drip laced it came from
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