yo what up it's your girl shauna disturbing the peace and all that good
Right back at you once again, Chicago.
Get out.
All the Chevys.
All the Cadillacs.
All the Regals.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
We'll be right back.
sick but at the same time
I love it.
They know to see my.
And you can bet it's everywhere my ass.
I'll pack you with that heavy coat.
Got a plate from Mexico Very buff and steady though On my dope, didn't let it go
That's so many
Some call up my beat.
So back up all my...
I'm such a baller, that pink Impala, heavy loaded.
We'll see you next time.
You wanna ride like me, but they can't get inside.
You see them suicide.
You see them two-ish pies.
And when I'm beating down your street, you need to move and hide.
Because my...
I'm sick, but at the same time.
We'll be right back.
sick but at the same time
We'll be right back.
I got the antidote, it's damn tight, MJ, see I'm doing damage, so get down!
Like my rim tall.
Look at how they thinking.
I ain't never taking them on.
I'm gonna pull the Chevy.
We'll be right back.
Gotta drop your friends off my backseat.
Big enough to steal cars and me.
A ball, bad boy, prim roll.
Southern heavyweight, slow flow.
Broke from the death.
Space a pimp to the day I go when you think
We gone, we come back and do it a little bit more hard rock style.
and alcohol.
Greedy thieves have your fun now you ain't got long to ball.
I spit it
raw that bread i can't get it y'all paper and a pen and i'm gone in minutes
same time.
But at the same time, I got my candy cold in pain.
at the bus stop sick but at the same time
Got the, got the, got the bus stop sick.
But at the same time, I can't, I can't, I can't be cold.
See the smoke in my chest.
So I keep it low when it best.
And I lean back.
And I blow to the net.
Pull it up and out the top.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
Put the bass on lock and the brakes don't stop And if they pop, then say yeah And when they drop, then say yeah Get the candy out
All you got is let me know.
Keep it steady, rollin' Jumpin' step, tiptoe And I'm creepin' on it, my
So.
Dad.
but at the same
So now you move?
No way.
Chicago.
Snack.
Game.
Bad boy shout, baby.
You boy A-Bop, MJT, y'all.
Husky, let's go.
