Oh, man, you know me, man.
I come on the track.
Swag, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Thank you for watching.
Southern Smoke.
Y'all ain't feeling me, and these niggas ain't seeing spoke.
They being broke when I let up the fiend coast.
Man, it's like they seeing ghosts.
I'm so hard, it's ridiculous.
Bards are meticulous.
Don't catch holes in bars.
Them broads are conspicuous.
Still I love a freak, I'ma let her ride my dick to this She want me in a cage like the last name of Nicholas
I can't do that, hun.
God damn it, son.
Remember now, it ain't no fun when the rabbit gone.
I speak on my dues of what I done done.
Atlanta is where I come from.
I'm gonna go in my mode.
Chris, I can't hear these little niggas, or I can't see them.
Four zips of red got me on kickstand.
It's late.
Make some room for the new era trendsetters Good fellas makes level hats
Together, yo, we steamin' Zayn got me leanin' Billy Benz ain't beamin' I swear my shit do mean this
Amen, homie, God bless you.
We the kind of guys they idolize.
Go against the squad, that's suicide.
I get the pack and I maneuver mine.
My grind like 45s and Ruger 9s I get it poppin', bitch, this how we rockin'
Walking out the bank without a house up in my pocket.
This is hard body, grand hustle, hard copy.
new baguettes on my chest and that's thanks to poppy i told trap keep em on ice
That's my man, he got my neck right.
Keisha Kosher got my check right.
CEO, I'm at my death's light.
Yeah, it's the first box of the motherfucking block, man.
It's that I tell you when I tell you.
Got my little pot.
I've been hearing a lot of shit, man.
But you know, y'all didn't want to see me, man.
I'm in the fold, nigga.
On the west side of Kansas, nigga.
accomplishment let's go on deadly ground no man's land i gotta get it though
I'm looking for them proud skins.
I'm highly ripping, huh?
I'm with the bad bitch.
She fly, then get you though I want my bread shacked tall Fuck that midget though
This grown man shit.
Y'all got that midget flow.
See y'all some youngins on your head.
I put a lot of dough.
So when them cars roll, then some heads roll.
We ain't trippin', we just in the streets on dump patrol.
The chat public can nickel, I oversee the streets.
A young gangsta, I was raised by them big sheets.
Peace.
