Thank you.
Yeah.
Don't be quiet.
I bet you do God something now.
That nigga cash rules.
What up, baby?
Your niggas is crazy to think.
Y'all niggas can't fade me from the bottom to the top, from the booth to the block.
Anyway, I got it.
Get it, I'm givin' it all I got And your heart, it just can't hold me And you're the one
When it's your way, I would get it in my life.
I would live it and whips it.
I'd be whipping smoke.
on that exquisite in the crib two bricks of coke liquor and dope pretty hawaiian
Eat choach and deep throat.
Same niggas that get down.
Remember them?
California style.
Yeah, I went back again, but much wiser, because these guys will leave you up Schitt's Creek.
loose sleep.
That's why we pack big heat.
I got the Heckler and Koch.
My man got the block.
It's like the movie shot those niggas watch But the American version East coast, west coast, when we connect
this curtains.
Cause we ain't scared to buck.
Step on the Tim's and Chuck's.
It's gonna happen.
Gun clap.
and remember that.
Now we on the southern part of the map.
Houston, party of the year, everybody there.
Texas, no guest list.
Only real players allowed.
Me and my dudes make our rounds.
That must be crazy to think.
Y'all niggas can't fade me from the bottom to the top, from the booth to the block.
Anyway, I gotta get it.
I'm giving it all.
And y'all don't want what's on me When it's your way So let me get it how I get it in my life How I live it in whips that I be whippin' Smokin' on that exquisite
V8 game spittin' Platinum grill grinnin' Chrome rim spinnin' With wood grain glister
Henny and Ali sippin', passion for thugs livin', free freshin' out of prison, flexin' a new edition.
Good brain getting shit and loving the feeling.
Bobby Womack singing, my wrist and ring's gleaming.
Hat cock doosey, puffin' the cordaloosey, poppin' a bottle of tip in the fifth of that, the goosey.
Shinin' for Swillin' Howard Smokin' for Lil' Shawnee Still reppin' bad news And all my soldiers
falling.
Rejoice in better days, despite burdens I carry.
It's a cousin, Mookie Money, for God, Mom, and Terry.
Floss every chance I get.
Spreading love freely.
Still spitting gangster shit.
Cause the streets need me.
Still got that Mac Miller, for niggas actin' silly Still pimpin' gangsta pretty, reppin' the 70s
Can't fade me.
Trick me.
From the bottom to the top.
From the booth to the block.
Any way I got it.
get it i'm giving it all i got y'all haters can't hold me no way y'all don't want
When it's your way, eat it, I would get it in my life I would live it and whip it, I'd be whipping smoke
on that exquisite yeah i pray a day for a better life i say it's gonna get better but it's like i'm never right
Make it better, Christ.
I'm on both of my knees.
There's no hope.
That's why I'm smoking the trees.
Over the cheese, I lost both of my mans That's why it's toasters in both of my hands Damn
And I sell coke and perc before I go to work I go to the range more than I go to church
My whole mentality twisted, but this reality isn't it.
I ain't trying to be fatality listed.
yo brethren getting dough is like going to heaven and going to jail like going to hell but before i go in the grave i'll go in the
Y'all niggas is crazy to think
Y'all niggas can't fade me.
Trick me.
From the bottom to the top.
From the booth to the block.
Anyway, I got it.
get it i'm giving it all i got y'all haters can't hold me no way
So when it's your way, I would get it in my life.
I would live it and whips that I be whipping smoke.
on that exquisite
