Damn, Jakesand Hey, you know me, bitch, I´ma flex until I pull a muscle You know me, bitch, I´ma flex until I, ayy
You know me, bitch, I´ma flex until I pull a muscle When it come to whole cars, you know Militia pulled a couple Human cheat code, I might come quintuple, double Fine shit, pulled up with her best friend, double trouble Scammin´ or the rappin´, either way, I´ll punch for punchin´ Might be Hollywood, but fuck a double, I´ll stunt for stuntin´ Unfuckwithables, boy, I´ll runs for runsin´ Meet me in the VIP section, I´ll slug for sluggie If I catch a young opp, I´ll have lil´ cousin jump ´em All he do is stab that not lil´ blood just stuck with bunions Caught him tryna get some chips and turned the stupid fuck to Funyuns
Half the time, I´m in the lab, the other half, I´m in the dungeon We´ll whack yo´ brother, scam yo´ granny, stab yo´ cousin Heard you rollin´ up some loud, I´m pullin´ up to match the ruckus Luka Troncic, just take me to the Rucker, I done mastered buckets Seen the demons I was fightin´, boy? I had the pastor runnin´ She got a thousand dollar wig for me to ash my blunt in First stop, Selfridges every time I land in London Boy, I´m so independent, I forgot I had a budget You won´t hear me ask for nothin´, started off with trackin´ numbers
What? Ghetto Beats Dog$hit Militia Long live $cam, RIP Chris You hipskits, T-double-HL shit
Hey, fresh off the road, bugs splattered on the windshield 734, baby, out here dodgin´ Pittsfield I been on the road since I played the big wheel Five mil´ just popped up in the bank, it ain´t no big deal Lil´ bro would steal anything, Dyson Daniels And I can´t get him off the block, guess he Tyson Chandler You only got one badge and that´s the iron chapter Bitch so cold, call the double, I might try to trap her
We done bust jugs from wilin´ pop down to square packed We done had any for them jacks on what was Airway Shit, your life for this chain, that´s a fair trade Hunnid dollars, zaga zaga pack it, hit like bear maze Jumpin´ off the porch, got ´em left on the staircase Don´t you know the game, that we in it? Ain´t no fair play She a ten, barefaced, bro, will kill you barefaced When I walk in, you feel the aura through the airways You say yo´ BD ain´t a ham, yeah, bitch, alright If I get Habibi, just a band, yeah, it´s your life
Looked at the Rollie then the mirror, shit, it´s showtime In the Bay let ´em try somethin´, I bet a Bip he die
Nah My nigga Lee, I think he got me What the fuck? I think I´m laced, bruh, what the fuck? Hmm, nah, hmm, hmm, huh, heh
Step on opps like they bugs, you can´t shop with my plug Double-deuced it in a two-liter, guess I dropped a dub Stashed a milli´ in the floor, I guess it´s time to shop for rugs I hear savin´ all these hoes, he must´ve came from Gotham, huh?
Amiri´s full of doggy dookie, you would think I got the runs Tables turned, it ain´t fun when the rabbit got the gun Probably think Tron a Genie, he got magic bottled up Brodie burnin´ everything, he finna Magic Johnson some You still wouldn´t catch a wave down in Santa Monica Airy Pop, Wockified, the Havana Zaga stuff We done horsed him out his new cups, he a Prada pup Fuck the coins out her every time, that´s my sonic slut Nah
Ah, shit, lil´ bitch drunk, talkin´ ´bout pull up to Love & Tequila
He done earned so many stripes, I´m thinkin´ lil´ bloody a Zebra I can´t get this bitch to fuckin´ leave, she must love her a cheater 2020 shit, I probably ran a hunnid up off features Another hunnid off the Calis, ´nother one off beepers Another one off PPP, like ain´t that half a ticket? Let me chill out ´fore they lock me, shit, let´s get back to business When it come to Michigan, you think of me? Huh You think of Meeks, think of T, think of Meech He don´t practice what he preach, call him Reverend Rinky Dink I wouldn´t cuff that lil´ bitch if she was into kinky things
Bumfuck Egypt, bitch, I´m out in BFE Young Thug did the joggy, this is not no CSG Got the bitch in my palms, finna play her, PSP Back in the 313, the AP on PST I been playin´ hoes before they dropped the PS3 Hit the brick like couture, lock it up like GSP T-M-N-T, yo´ boss, he a rat I slap a flame out ´em, shit, just toss me a rack Oversized rule grabbin´ tall tees out of sacks I can´t do no Raw cones, all leasin´ raps I done hit some ghetto shit, but they was all decent racks They used to all DND me, I don´t call people back, you know
Huh, it´s on the flow, that´s what you gotta know You gotta know if twin rock, then I gotta roll Bank account look like a box of donuts, it´s a lot of Os
I know y´all love the old Tron, but don´t y´all see a lot of growth? Catch you likin´ opps pictures, that´s gon´ get you followed home Who ain´t feed they bitch? I just pulled up and got swallowed whole Bitch a alcoholic and a thief, where the bottle go? Pop, pop to her middle part, we don´t honor those My YN´s out of control, they don´t follow code Million dollars worth of guns, shit, we got wallow polls Neff ain´t got a dollar bill, but he got a kill Brodie like to drop him in his pop, he don´t pop the pills Mmm, mmm, my closet look like StockX Bitch prime was seven years ago up in that prom dress We had him scared to go to work just like a bomb threat Turn the volume down, you know you heard what mom said Headass, geek kissin´ mid-packs Never flew privately, stop sayin´ you got jet lag I been one ROTY, now I´m in my vet bag Ho a big body Benz, hashtag rake that
Ooh, shit, that´s a Danny G beat I had my shooter hit a Danny Green three If you don´t got a kill, switch your skatie freebies Just pour the whole pint, you ever had heebie-jeebies? Would´ve thought you scam, all you do is hang with frauds Bitch real petite, but her ass dinged a Moss November 27th, I´ma give a thanks to y´all We don´t want the lil´ worker, no, we gon´ spank the boss, pause Cam thought he got some hard, no, all of them just mothballs M523, bitch, I´m teed like a golf ball He was him back then, lieutenant lost cause Balls to the wall, hit her so hard she called off The dog head used to bark, but it froze to death Balenciaga sneaks, that´s the only time I show the stress Boy, you gon´ knock yourself out, gimme that soda next Save me from Southfield Freeway down to Bouldercrest Open-hand smack, you done leave with a closed casket I don´t go, well, no, this how I vote practice Say yay, all I wanna do is go baskets Brutality, this lil´ ho in here soul snatchin´ Lil´ slut stay outside like a dope addict Interstate or all March, it was road madness Double seven, pass the wood, I´ma roll the Mavericks They just flowin´ out my brain, I ain´t roll to catch ´em Boy, your phone wouldn´t ring if you was Frodo Baggins Ls don´t even matter, bronem in the stolo schmackin´ Ls don´t even matter, boy, charge it to the game Body full of drugs, heart full of pain Where that one Tris? Bitch, we pourin´ part down the drain Why you talkin´ stats? Never started a game Ryan went on ten, he drove his car to his grave Can´t love you, bitch, I left my heart at the bank
Mmm-mmm-hmmm, I guess this to find the real shit Ooh, sav, killed it
RIP Mari, RIP Chris, y´all lit a flame Take a seat up in the bleachers, lil´bro, I´m givin´ game Why you got your hand out? It ain´t a giveaway Tryna ride our wave like a cruise, make ´em hit the plane More chicken than a farmer, still he made me hit the hay He dressed like it´s O-18, LOL is givin´ laced Stag my pape like a giant, catch plays with Lee Mays Right wrist pissy, but the left one the shitty face Sometimes I wanna get away and go off to a paradise But life´s short, so I´m gamblin´ with it like a pair of dice I´m finna take you to the sky, bae, hope you ain´t scared of heights Boy, I popped out so clean, you´d think the fit was sterilized Huh, shitty boys, this the final level He shook our hand before we signed him, shit, he died respectful Bust on yo´ bitch face, treat her like the bezel Troncic, Troncic, Troncic, Troncic
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