Lyrics

Connected to the street I'm like a light pole Bullet took off half of his body I call it Lipo Just bought a bust down a roll that's a light show I earned this first class and everybody on this flight knows Ain't validating these Thoties I never hype hoes I do the gallery because I got tired of wearing tight clothes He dissed me on the Internet that shits a typo You love to talk that rich shit but we know that you type broke An honestly it would be better if you claim it Cuz when I was down bad it wasn't no one that could shame it Ain't trying to hear you not like them others hoes you could save it Cause I don't got a problem with hoes and you my favorite I've been swerving in the latest Baccarat for the fragrance When you ballin know they want to do you foul that's a flagrant Rich Paul the only way I'll ever be round an agent Its like I keep getting better with time my shit is ageless I bodied every platform they don't rap like me Independent made a million they don't trap like me You never put ya whole state on your back like me Dealt with hatred still pulled up and gave back like me This is reposado Blanco I been doin numbers It's dangerous to be a rapper make it through the summer I just touched down in Boston I'm Ridin through the sumner Tunnel in my city bitch I'm with all the gunners You know I'm with them gunners All this money on me I can make the Forbes list I'm in a foreign with a foreign bitch she's gorgeous Don't want no bougie hoe I like them on some whore shit Take the top off and then I floor it cause I'm lawless Ice all on my Rollie it don't never tick Fuck what they be saying they irrelevant Shooters all around me like the president Bury the Pistola ain't no evidence Buy the Rollie leave it plain I'm done with the ice Shooters with me it is come with this life My block hot it need a bucket of ice Pour up in a sprite See me pulling up at the light she fuck me on sight I done had to struggle and fight for most of my life It's either I'm going to pick up the cards to pick up the dice Youngin and catching his point then he got strike Brody came home then he went back then he got life Gangster shit my heart heavy need a handkerchief Judge gave my nigga 100 years like Wilt Chamberlain Times hard money got tight I had to save the shit I'm up she wants to rekindle the relationship I'm straight now I know the love fake I seen it coming bitch I ain't blind She gone do whatever tell that hoe to walk a straight line I've been out here trying to walk a straight line Just chasing a check Presidential rollie say I'm Up Next let's get it All this money on me I can make the Forbes list I'm in a foreign with a foreign bitch she's gorgeous Don't want no bougie hoe I like them on some whore shit Take the top off and then I floor it cause I'm lawless Ice all on my Rollie it don't never tick Fuck what they be saying they irrelevant Shooters all around me like the president Bury the Pistola ain't no evidence
Writer(s): John Doe, Anthony Woodward Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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