歌词
Man all these psy niggas drive me crazy
Make the sick to my stomach I feel nausiated
All you haters hold hands and jump off the building
I can still taste her psy memory belia
Back Pack fulla artillery
One need no equivalent
These niggas acting like little bitches
I don’t understand this shit like you scribled it
Take a close off step back and exhibit it
The tare ass up like a parking ticket
The end of the road is in walking distance
If I had to get that blood of my hands left the fosit Dripping
In your face I got air bag in the car collision
My weed man so consistent
I stand rich tryin’ not to make pour decisions
Everything I planned it out like a solar system
Nigga if you clumsy you go sleepy fallin victim to me
You bitches system bitches like you system to me
The shit you rover to my house I scoot over in the bed
I shoot off in her mouth and she bit the bullet
Uh skate on em like I’m little Wayne
And the weed so strong I could feel pain
Wrote it down take a picture now I feel afraid
The drug got me so numb I can’t feel ashamed
And the girl in my home with the move swaing
Girli gotta make a few runs like you sayin’
Bitch I had a penny from my dog from some new change
Hungry niggas going at your neck for that full chain
Pock some fools that make me sleepy
Hoes treat me and they tippy
I hope that psy taste like Kiby
Hope it’s nice to do the tahitty hopin I could live it freely
Live a nigga by the flow with a mouth full of
What’s at my Louie bag that’s itty
Snitches give me the hibby G b’s
I hope they just appeal where te f**k is just
I got niggas on my side you got niggas on your back
I’m a young timber money growin trees money over queens
F**k you blow me I say back enjoy the breeze
Hoes pretty and then please
I don’t really do shit but seat back and call the shots
She poured out the heart I had it on the racks
Red beam on your head that’s a cherry on top
You don’t wanna keep it cool I know niggas that will doubt
Uh I dance with the devil in my dreams
When I wake up I still hear the same song
Make me wanna blow motherf**ker brains out
Flow want a nigga I’m about to brain storm little nigga
I’ll take your main hoe make her call a home
Girl make the shadder say dick
It’s the motherf**king dedication five
I just hope I be alive to see a dedication six
Lil Tune
What up Slam
Hey yo what’s level to the shit
Level to the shit
Been doin in my A sis levels with the shit
And niggas though I’m on another level in this shit
Ain’t petal with the six full metal on the hit
All I need is a shavel in the ditch
You to dig me a whole and you show me where it is
Running the show and show me where the kids
Oull one in his dome why he going in this fridge
That’s me hit nigga
Back peas AP go trip nigga
Black jeans great team old teams nigga
Back street everything go for teen nigga
Keep quiet BF we defy
I’m in the streets like running the king’s rights
Mami the bals that we retire
On that old bullshit P Myers
They scream and seez fire my auto ball like god father
I’m fallin in the whip roll the three six devil y’all in trips
Shots whistle like a cattle in his lip
I’m tryin to go ballistic shadow in his ship
Vaught the bonny in the whip
Made a kick ras bull hades from zip locks uh
What up Vado
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