Just know I took the stairs it wasn't no handouts
Interstate, whatever, I know all of the Routes (I do)
Ran out of what?
What the f*ck is a drought? (What is that?)
When I said I was the illest, I couldn't leave em no doubt (nah)
That Rio tape comin let that man get out
They comin' by the Peezy what the f*ck is a ounce (fareal)
Said her little friend came, but she a fool with that mouth
I don't do too much kickin', it wit hoes at the house
I'm eating kickin chicken pasta from the Mouth of the South
Trig turned me on to that
Little nigga a fool, got a head the size of Texas he don't need no school,
I just book a flight to Houston when I need more jewels,
I go swimmin' in that pussy
Ion need no pool
I got on way too much water
Gotta keep me up tool,
Shit get deeper in the hood I be on the west side too
I got different color currency my favorite is blue (C-notes)
Really a hot spitter might turn red in the booth (one more time)
It's all red leather inside of the coupe
Under the bumblebee it's a 392
Taking shots of 42 the liquor is 80 proof (what they hit for)
Hunnid I six-eight heard somebody say shoot
Get rich or die tryin like Fif in a bulletproof
Banks know me by face, like I smile with a missing tooth
Still the illess in Nebraska, nigga, this part two
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Just know I took the stairs it wasn't no handouts
Interstate, whatever, I know all of the Routes (I do)
Ran out of what?
What the f*ck is a drought? (What is that?)
When I said I was the illest, I couldn't leave em no doubt (nah)
That Rio tape comin let that man get out
They comin' by the Peezy what the f*ck is a ounce (fareal)
Said her little friend came, but she a fool with that mouth
I don't do too much kickin', it wit hoes at the house
I'm eating kickin chicken pasta from the Mouth of the South
Trig turned me on to that
Little nigga a fool, got a head the size of Texas he don't need no school,
I just book a flight to Houston when I need more jewels,
I go swimmin' in that pussy
Ion need no pool
I got on way too much water
Gotta keep me up tool,
Shit get deeper in the hood I be on the west side too
I got different color currency my favorite is blue (C-notes)
Really a hot spitter might turn red in the booth (one more time)
It's all red leather inside of the coupe
Under the bumblebee it's a 392
Taking shots of 42 the liquor is 80 proof (what they hit for)
Hunnid I six-eight heard somebody say shoot
Get rich or die tryin like Fif in a bulletproof
Banks know me by face, like I smile with a missing tooth
Still the illess in Nebraska, nigga, this part two
Interstate, whatever, I know all of the Routes (I do)
Ran out of what?
What the f*ck is a drought? (What is that?)
When I said I was the illest, I couldn't leave em no doubt (nah)
That Rio tape comin let that man get out
They comin' by the Peezy what the f*ck is a ounce (fareal)
Said her little friend came, but she a fool with that mouth
I don't do too much kickin', it wit hoes at the house
I'm eating kickin chicken pasta from the Mouth of the South
Trig turned me on to that
Little nigga a fool, got a head the size of Texas he don't need no school,
I just book a flight to Houston when I need more jewels,
I go swimmin' in that pussy
Ion need no pool
I got on way too much water
Gotta keep me up tool,
Shit get deeper in the hood I be on the west side too
I got different color currency my favorite is blue (C-notes)
Really a hot spitter might turn red in the booth (one more time)
It's all red leather inside of the coupe
Under the bumblebee it's a 392
Taking shots of 42 the liquor is 80 proof (what they hit for)
Hunnid I six-eight heard somebody say shoot
Get rich or die tryin like Fif in a bulletproof
Banks know me by face, like I smile with a missing tooth
Still the illess in Nebraska, nigga, this part two
Writer: Eric Burton
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