They ain´t got enough for the meal, let alone the tip
The life that I live, they´ll sell they soul for this That ain´t Tris, that´s some Karo and melatonin mixed Call brodie Yank, his first job was sellin´ stolen whips All this ice on me, RIP to Lou Gehrig The way you walk around snitchin´, you the new sheriff Everybody cap nowadays, that´s the new era Telegrammin´ with a translator, they speak, you scared
Blood dog, but I´ll hit my shot like J.J. Barea I´m a fuckin´ robot, Tron AKA Mega F&N, Glocks, Vicks, AKs, and Berettas I was playin´ in that rain, Beyblade´s an umbrella
Okay, CUFC, KFC, IDM Huh, we gon´ win in four That´s ten rackays every time I hit record And another ten every time I hit export Punchmade like I´m Dev, punch gotta be exact When I die, I´mma rise like I´ll be right back When I was broke, nobody signed on my cast Jugg Messiah, it was Voss, now it´s pie in my glass Throwback Melo, I just made a dime and a half He ain´t make it to the league, dude died before draft I think I grew up on the jet, I was fly before rap All the sons that I birthed, give me my lingo back Long live Lil $cam, give me my amigo back We´ll have the plug like, "Give me my kilos back"
I ain´t get a meal for Christmas, where the C.Os at? Y´all a gang full of reds, lil´ bro Deebo Straps BumpStockBoyz, that is not a CO2 tank I was shootin´ real guns since the BO2 days Shout out 5-1-3-0-2-8 It´s McNulty´s on the case, we need a new play Told my hitter bring his head and he gon´ get a bonus half On that road, we only take short stops, Honus Wagner Lil Fuzz fightin´ demons, he´ll choke the pastor Family never had a millionaire, I broke the pattern The icebox got more gold than a pirate´s chest Since my first loud blunt, ain´t heard silence yet Broke headshots, we max out at a violent threat
Amethyst grill matched with a violet bev Bitch, we livin´ lavish Poured a six in Southfield, woke up on 6th and Gratiot No contest, my bitch the baddest All these sticks ´round me, you would think I´m in a cabin No sweat, guarantee we beat the shot clock Catch an opp out, boy, we beat ´em, bop-bop Mop, mop Face card high, still´ll pop out with the top dropped
Hey, ShittyBoyz Dogshit Militia Two L´s and a dollar sign You hip, skip? Huh Troncic, Troncic
Troncic, Troncic
They ain´t got enough for the meal, let alone the tip The life that I live, they´ll sell they soul for this That ain´t Tris, that´s some Karo and melatonin mixed Call brodie Yank, his first job was sellin´ stolen whips All this ice on me, RIP to Lou Gehrig The way you walk around snitchin´, you the new sheriff Everybody cap nowadays, that´s the new era Telegrammin´ with a translator, they speak, you scared
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