Late flights cos of too much luggage
Stones cloudy the chain too rugged
Got my first bag wit the-
Keep a mag in the-
Pour the jack in the coke
Kick back with some slow strong, what’s that genre?
“Everybody talks too much”–my mantra
Ironic
When Jace around we switch to the gin and tonic
Like shawty wanna fight with the bro
Shawty thought it right to insight the demise of the bro
Say she don’t know what I mean
Say I’m unclean, I’m just a thug to a queen
But how you gonna back that up
Beggin’ for cash for dresses and trash
I’ma get back, you messin’ me up
Feelin’ like six flags, I got a band for this track
Yuh, you turned me upside down with the —
Screamin’ as I’m riding’ it out, I’m sick now
Throw it up, push it back
You know what’s up
You know it’s that
B-E-N-Z-A with the stingray
Punks in the coupe with the ice when the thing spray
This the theme song, y’all know what we on
Home of the free like Sierra Leone
One rule, I got one tool, my hip
Stay ahead like Sun Tzu
You uncool, I’m lit
Got one rule, that’s it
If you wanna come in my crib
Ain’t nobody say what goes on in my crib
One sesh and they ‘gon play the sirens
One session we spread like a virus but
Shawty wanna fight with the bro
We gonna get it right either way, either inside or outside
I’m in time with my ride it’s-
Hollup, okay Imma go
She wanna act like she don’t want me
Like I ain’t paid for those receipts
So much pain and such deceit
She just prayin’ on my defeat
All of these problems she I act like I’m causin’ ‘em
Reality shows I’m pausin’ ‘em
Too much violence, I just rosin up
Money pilin’, I just toss it up, I just let it fall
We lost interest like a credit card
So I ain’t invest in no wedding hall
We ain’t sinless, hoe I been blessed
Enjoy luv
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