I done lost count how many times they done counted me out So many horses in the whip, I´m like, ´Howdy, we out´
He ain´t even worth a ten, ball do the bounty of thou´ Bitch, I got a sweet tooth, I´m rollin´ up brownies and stouts The way I ball, fuck around, surround me with some scouts The way I ball, how the fuck I ain´t go D1? Tell her find a dick, open up the fridge and eat one Everyone feel safe on they block until them creeps come Ain´t nobody tryna play it safe, we outside, boy What I´m rollin´ up louder than a outside voice Tryna claim the hood, but he from right outside Detroit Had to take the switch from Neff, that´s a outside toy Even if it ain´t a blog, them boys down five points
What I stuffed in a loose leaf, about five joints Why you tryna play? You beat ´em both, die, boy If I told you ´bout your bae, you beat ´em both, cry, boy Two-seventy-five, ninety-four, seventy-five I done made a hundred off them three balls, seventy times Every badge maxed out, I guess I´m a demi-god Holdin´ two- six, servin´ bills, guess I´m Le´Veon I ain´t eat too with you at lunch, unless your name was Kevion Talkin´ ´bout he gon´ kill us like what type of Finneon Over did the shrooms, everything square, pentagons You used to tell mom, but now you tell the cops If they caught him with the dog, he should´ve stuck the settlin´s eye
Shot a hit, all eight shots, he far from a cheddar bomb I don´t care if he talk to Lil´ Rock, set a bomb, I´ma send the mob It´s a prop what I tell the cops Three words when we touch down, ´Set up shop´ If she get incentivised fuck around, press the box Where the spot got more food in it than a restaurant? G6, I´m finna transform like a Decepticon Know the bitch face, but her name, can´t remember it He ainʼt got a bone in his back, dawg, he tenderin´ Camouflage chrome heart like I´m lan Veneracion Camouflage TRX, lookin´ like a veteran Long live the gang
Long live the gang, Tris pops, for they remembrance I let ´em have the whole clip, shit, I´m generous Tell yo´ bitch Duncan Turner, ´Bobby, I´m degenerous´ Morocco China better treat me like the president He ain´t the main character, his middle name, irrelevant Shit, I´m probably somewhere out of town you never went Handin´ the clerk an amount you ain´t never spent He ain´t ever sent to Blitz, he assistant coach If I can´t get no head, bitch, what you my assistant for? Ballin´ brodie choppa with the kick, I´m assistinʼ G.O.A.T Already took Earth over, bitch, it´s a militia globe
A hunnid blunts, it ain´t no way we don´t get feed for smoke We gon´ make her very hard to sleep and put the Reaper on her Guarantee I make her hit her knees off of Winky Mosey Shitty boy´s toilet got a forty- inch TV on it What, his ears don´t work ´cause the CZs on him? His fans act crazy in my DMs when the CD loadin´ Game point, fuck around and hit the GG on him Can´t believe you trust that lil´ ho, she be pee-pee blowin´ Final form, what, I´m nowhere near my last fame? I just think about the old times on my bad days Huh, high as hell, just be reminiscin´ I had a pocket full of lit, so I´ma spend some chicken It´s only right I act a fool
I wish I would´ve brought a snorkel, that bitch had a pool Don´t let us catch you count sheep, I´m with a pack of wolves
Aye, yeah, shitty boys Dosh and Lisher Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm, aye Aye, aye, aye Bitch, shh
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