歌词
One eye open like a cyclops
Ran out of work, hit the trap spot
.44 tucked in the boot
Hash oil all in the coupe
I ain't got a coupe
I'm almost outta of sauce with it
B*tch, I'm almost outta sauce
I can't take a loss
F*ck Hugo I'm a boss
I got the juice (Yeah)
City on my back (On my Gat)
Like it's a noose
You been stealing swag
I don't approve
I been in my bag
I got the truth
Rollie on my arm
But not like you (Yee)
You gon' end up dead (What)
Out on the news, yeah
Cause you're a moor (Great)
Fighting these demons and gods
Cause you're a moor
Oh, I see it
Yeah, where the rappers at?
Yeah
I can't pay no taxes
I can't pay no taxes
I can't pay my taxes
F*ck these taxes mane
F*ck..
F*ck these taxes
Still f*ck all night
Double park the PT Cruiser
I am feeling like the ruler
On the beat I am the bruiser
I'm just a star, gon run it up
I am just saying I swag on em
I had to bring out that bag on em
I know that didn't make no sense
But I make dollars I don't make no cents
Spit something real quick for the n*ggas on the westside!
Aye, you hear the beat my n*gga
Bunch of motherf*ckers hating
I ain't here for debating
I am so hot when I'm whipping
N*ggas be thinking I'm Cajun
You n*ggas played
These motherf*ckers been plotting for days
But I swear...
All that money been spent
Real n*gga tryna pay the rent
Aye, I didn't think it would be so weird
Spitting in the middle of the suburbs
In front of white people and sh*t...
Are you ready?
DJ Snitch B*tch in the mix
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