Aye boy, where you at? Nigga you a dead man if you stay right there my nigga It's gonna be a heavy flick coming that way my nigga Trust me my nigga Them people coming and they coming with them drums nigga Get the fuck outta there my nigga Save yourself my nigga This shit getting real tricky out here on these streets I told you first my nigga It's problems over there, get the fuck around now
If it ain't about dreams and nightmares nigga it ain't about nothing October 30 Meek Millie what it do? Philly what it do? So God forgives, you on the road to platinum nigga
Sitting on some Cali weed, I think it's time to burn Pull up in some shit, to put it in dro you gotta learn Cocaine cowboys, you better wait your turn Michael's on leon money, come and get it on the curve These nigga wanna hate, that's why they get what they deserve We only dealin what we have, livin and we learn No more J's on the porch, days that we were poor Amazed by mama boy, bumpin maze in the Porsche Bulletproof vest suburban, they hatin you when you earn it Bitches be rollin in it, they say I'm so photogenic Every night is a feast, niggas be having beef I teach me a young boy, call him my Chief Keef Truders be with extort, go to war over Jordans But you know I'm in these, kidnappin over them keys But you know I'm in these, kidnappin over them keys
Niggas wanna try, what they gonna say? I hit the pedal til that motherfucker break Celebrate, freaky bitches loving money I make And to live like this you motherfuckers gotta pay
So let that shit burn (burn!) Let that shit burn (burn!) I'm a let that shit burn Let that shit burn (burn!) The roof on fire, I'm only getting higher 50 racks all in my pocket, hold no bottles I'm a let that shit burn Let that shit burn (burn!) I'm a let that shit burn Let that shit burn (burn!) The roof on fire, I'm only getting higher 50 racks all in my pocket, hold no bottles
Hammer on the dresser, work on the stove I'm sitting on the counter blowing purp out my nose Red bone naked, in the bed flexin' I say bitch I ain't impressed you must of got the wrong impression I ain't with the BS, I'm flyer than PF Man, we living in hell like a deep breath Real niggas with real money, real bitches with fake asses If she don't wanna fuck I get on my skateboard and I skate passed her Money on the table, guns on the table Bitch I'm on that syrup tell that ho leggo my Eggo And my girlfriend is a choppa, I finger fuck that ho Hello I am Tunechi: you had me at hello Drop top Maybach, clean like Ajax Man I don't fuck with none of you niggas like rednecks We got that work so come and get if we don't know you, you pay tax I put a hole in your apple what that is apple jacks, uh Pussy nigga I'll murder you then dance at your funeral Blood I'll have a nigga drinking his own blood communion Wake up like Bone Thugs I'll call your bluff pick the phone up Her titties fake but they look real cubic: zirconia's Run up in your house spare the kids and kill the grown ups Your bitch call me when she hot: Krispy Kreme donuts Shoutout to my new hoes, shoutout to my old hoes I still wear that ass out like a wardrobe Bitch, what they gonna say? Still eating rappers on my fucking lunch break Bad yellow bitch with a tongue like a snake I let her suck my dick then I fuck her to some Drake
And then I let that kush burn let that kush burn Yeah I let that kush burn Smoking gasoline bitch The booth on fire I'm in here getting higher Young Money bitch we at the top like barbwire
Chained all VF, I ain't with the BF Catch me in the city ridin hard through the BF Skinny nigga but I do it large like a 3F The last nigga try it...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
