SB's wit the swoosh hoodie tight barely seeing through every time I sipped baby hid the keys to the coup
G's in my jeans got my cheese navy blue brody whipping babies got em free basing by the spoon
LV on my boots smokin weed put me on the moon keeping my cool even when I reach for the tool
I was sipping lean eating good watching beetle juice sticks for the team hundred round tucked for each of you
Too smart I ain't moving how these people move I ain't playing fair we ain't read the rules
I ain't needa loose walk away bitch i'm leaving you outer space acting lazy what the refer do
Remember aunt Mindy, Uncle Tim brought the bottle wit em got my glock 10 we spin blocks never got dizzy
Back in 8th grade, one blunt the squad litty now we roll 8th for every member that wanna kick
Come and walk wit me I stayed on blocks you would not visit
Heard she got u pussy whipped and you ain't even got the kitty
I was not kidding, when i said i had shit on lock try yo hand in this game but i promise you not winning
Make a play while i making dinner, it's a shame got em killed tried make a living
Locked in to the stu like a game of Twister, in first grade sold a package to my baby sitter
I make a play while im making dinner it's a shame got em killed tried make a living
Wrist game like i'm taking pictures, shit flashing acting like the gang official
I be popping out like Schwarzenegger veins board another plane dreaming bout touring every state
My homie lawyer sorting out the case sticking to the story everybody know the boy was framed
I feel the drugs corsing through my veins jus ignore the pain 40 on me gripping on the grain
I pull it out and torch you wit this flame morgue visits got the coroner figuring out his name
Bitch slim thick witta gorgeous face snorting pure cane all these other rappers sorta lame
I heard he went to court In his chain and his watched if he talk knock the diamonds out the face plugged in New York up state
Got him killed like I went and pulled the chord out the game,
I be popping out like Schwarzenegger veins board another plane dreaming bout touring every state
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SB's wit the swoosh hoodie tight barely seeing through every time I sipped baby hid the keys to the coup
G's in my jeans got my cheese navy blue brody whipping babies got em free basing by the spoon
LV on my boots smokin weed put me on the moon keeping my cool even when I reach for the tool
I was sipping lean eating good watching beetle juice sticks for the team hundred round tucked for each of you
Too smart I ain't moving how these people move I ain't playing fair we ain't read the rules
I ain't needa loose walk away bitch i'm leaving you outer space acting lazy what the refer do
Remember aunt Mindy, Uncle Tim brought the bottle wit em got my glock 10 we spin blocks never got dizzy
Back in 8th grade, one blunt the squad litty now we roll 8th for every member that wanna kick
Come and walk wit me I stayed on blocks you would not visit
Heard she got u pussy whipped and you ain't even got the kitty
I was not kidding, when i said i had shit on lock try yo hand in this game but i promise you not winning
Make a play while i making dinner, it's a shame got em killed tried make a living
Locked in to the stu like a game of Twister, in first grade sold a package to my baby sitter
I make a play while im making dinner it's a shame got em killed tried make a living
Wrist game like i'm taking pictures, shit flashing acting like the gang official
I be popping out like Schwarzenegger veins board another plane dreaming bout touring every state
My homie lawyer sorting out the case sticking to the story everybody know the boy was framed
I feel the drugs corsing through my veins jus ignore the pain 40 on me gripping on the grain
I pull it out and torch you wit this flame morgue visits got the coroner figuring out his name
Bitch slim thick witta gorgeous face snorting pure cane all these other rappers sorta lame
I heard he went to court In his chain and his watched if he talk knock the diamonds out the face plugged in New York up state
Got him killed like I went and pulled the chord out the game,
I be popping out like Schwarzenegger veins board another plane dreaming bout touring every state
G's in my jeans got my cheese navy blue brody whipping babies got em free basing by the spoon
LV on my boots smokin weed put me on the moon keeping my cool even when I reach for the tool
I was sipping lean eating good watching beetle juice sticks for the team hundred round tucked for each of you
Too smart I ain't moving how these people move I ain't playing fair we ain't read the rules
I ain't needa loose walk away bitch i'm leaving you outer space acting lazy what the refer do
Remember aunt Mindy, Uncle Tim brought the bottle wit em got my glock 10 we spin blocks never got dizzy
Back in 8th grade, one blunt the squad litty now we roll 8th for every member that wanna kick
Come and walk wit me I stayed on blocks you would not visit
Heard she got u pussy whipped and you ain't even got the kitty
I was not kidding, when i said i had shit on lock try yo hand in this game but i promise you not winning
Make a play while i making dinner, it's a shame got em killed tried make a living
Locked in to the stu like a game of Twister, in first grade sold a package to my baby sitter
I make a play while im making dinner it's a shame got em killed tried make a living
Wrist game like i'm taking pictures, shit flashing acting like the gang official
I be popping out like Schwarzenegger veins board another plane dreaming bout touring every state
My homie lawyer sorting out the case sticking to the story everybody know the boy was framed
I feel the drugs corsing through my veins jus ignore the pain 40 on me gripping on the grain
I pull it out and torch you wit this flame morgue visits got the coroner figuring out his name
Bitch slim thick witta gorgeous face snorting pure cane all these other rappers sorta lame
I heard he went to court In his chain and his watched if he talk knock the diamonds out the face plugged in New York up state
Got him killed like I went and pulled the chord out the game,
I be popping out like Schwarzenegger veins board another plane dreaming bout touring every state
Writer: Apex Wes
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