Lyrics:
bein' dead and Tekashi still livin' is a crime
God, you gotta do better, you been fuckin' up lately
Bro, all I hear is Pop Smoke when I turn on my radio
with the big ass butt
40 I love you, I miss you, I need you
And retrospect to who
Bitch come anew, bitch come anew
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3]
The problem with me is I'm the heart of the streets
Niggaz callin' for peace, they can't even call the police
If I ain't better than you I'm harder to beat
green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National on eighteens without no
green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National on eighteens without no
down how I feel (ay)
We was up the stream you get get it by the man
Big fish swimming, blowing smoke through my gills
Used to call me junior, they
gonna blow
And since you can't take it with you better give it away before you go
Yeah, I'm giving it over
Greed is the word, it's a verb
Wants
note I keep it G
Like track four, kick in the door by BIG
Don't believe me, look that shit up, I promise you'll find the key
To that punchline, I'm
on
Bands make him cheat
There's more to that story
The way you keep starring
I know you can't resist
Sending signals all I see is big bills
Sending signals
my mind
Buckle your seatbelts, you'll be entering Destn's mind in three, two, one
Destn, Destn
Let my mistakes become your cheat code to the game we
We make these tips off this gift that we cursed wit
But then my mind drift, am I defeatin' the purpose?
'Cause you feel like shit when you miss your
a nigga like you)
(It's no need to play around, ohhhhhhh)
(You're more than just big pimpin)
(You're blowin my mind with the love that you're givin)
to the hills
Skrill cannot hide in the hills
Now I'm just counting the kills
Same way I be counting the bills
How would you feel if it was just all dream
Would
time
I think you're gonna lose your mind
Hey! Hey!
Grease my palm you better grease my palm
If you want the lyrics to keep right on
I drop it like I was
now
Don't wish I could but I can't turn round
Big hills
Small wheels
Good times
Cheap thrills
Big hills
Small wheels
Big dreams
No bills
Big hills
now
Don't wish I could but I can't turn round
Big hills
Small wheels
Good times
Cheap thrills
Big hills
Small wheels
Big dreams
No bills
Big hills
You better do what you want
Do what you want
You better do what you want
Do what you want
Bust it down bust it down bring it back bring it back
Fuck
Niggas better not cross that line
Big bills, big body
Big body
Mob ties, John Gotti
Like Gotti
Long nose like Scotty
Blah
Let em know I got em on me,
white audience that
Watch Bill O' Reilly
I saw the smirk on they face
When you came at Luda
The same nice ladies that
Forgave Martha Stewart so I can be
is like that green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National
the be-O-N-E see-Town to the D-Town Its a Midwest thang we let em hang to the grees-ound Smokin trees by the P's-ound Blowing big with my niggas, muthafuckas
you wanna get it big like my pre rolls
That's too big!
Fuck a fuck I give two shits
The way I'm on it make em vommit on the bonnet got it too sick
Fuck
the coldest clique
Call me prototype, never had a mold to fit
My clothes is dipped, my bros is lit
Only time you been sick is when the COVID hit
Better get in
you do me
I'mma do you before you do me
You must have lost your mind
Small boy take your time
Mi said take your time
You must have lost your mind
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