X3 - Taliban Lyrics

What's your residence
Heaven sent
Got a pocket full of dead presidents
Big clips longer than the trunk of an elephant
In my element
It's evident
I'm relevant
You hella bent
Don't get too turnt up I'll hit a lick
With a stick
Okay
I see how you say you real and then you go and switch
Okay
I see how you make a deal then you go and snitch
Okay
I ain't with that fake ass shit
Nah I'll get you hit
Okay
I know bout a lot of things you prolly missed
Okay
I just put a water fountain on my wrist
Okay
I just made a couple bands Ricky Bobby rich
Okay
I just wanna pull up in that Maserati
Okay
I see all the fakes I know who really got me

Blowing up
Taliban
Throw it up
Lotta bands
Who want smoke
Show of hands
Lord I know
Gotta win
Taliban Taliban Taliban Taliban
Blowing up Taliban
Blowing up Taliban

No Tekashi
Bitch I feel like Ricky Bobby
You can't stop me
You wont catch me moving sloppy
I'm with yo thotty
Man she loves to give me toppy
This a hobby
Know my flow you cannot copy

It's a start of a newer beginning
Feel like I'm going all in it
People just saying I quit it
But to me there is no limit
Ima just give it a minute
I'm getting calls from my spirits
Hold up I didn't get finished
I bet you all want to hear it
Ima do it all for me yeah, yeah yeah
Feelings they all low-key yeah, yeah yeah
Two four bitches they be on me
You can call me Kobe
Shoot my shot like Ginobili
With these iced out rollies

Blowing up
Taliban
Throw it up
Lotta bands
Who want smoke
Show of hands
Lord I know
Gotta win
Taliban Taliban Taliban Taliban
Blowing up Taliban
Blowing up Taliban

Shootas with me so it's never my fault
Run up a check and I'm thumbing it all
Maybach Music my pockets Rick Ross
Break down the gas and I'm blowing it all
Money in my bag like I'm from Memphis
Elephant trunks my clip got extensions
Murder on my mind Melly the Menace
Saint Laurent Duffel and Cartier Lenses
Brother my blood we came from the trenches
Faded my mind in a different dimension
I've been chasing money all damn week
To the temple you froze like a statue in Greece
Marshall County got black dope like Folgers
F*ck you then it's over
Head off his shoulders
Face on a poster
Watch got boulders
This gas got odor
I feel unstoppable
Losing is not possible
I can't see no obstacles
My flow is phenomenal
Got AR's in the arsenal
They ripping yall's abdominal
Turn yall into particles
So fly I feel like cardinal
Bitch I cant go no unless you pay me green
You wont catch me out unless I'm with my team
Brand new Mac 11 it equipped with a beam
Promise that this shit ain't really what it seems
Yeah