Lyrics

You know what I'm sayin', you know the truth (man, is that Yori?) (Smoov, what's good, baby?) I'll be what the lick read Carrots on my wrist, no, they didn't come from Tiffany Elmer Fudd tryna get this buzz, we throwing clips at him Hit stick, made him kick flip, time to blitz, Madden Left silver satin all on his swap meet fabric 350,000 in the duffle, do a backflip That's Drakeo with a Draco, bet you this'll bring traction Gallery Department rocking cold devil, this fashion That's an awful lot of cough syrup in my hands Silly opp, made him wrestle shots like he Vince McMahon He's no longer, what that mean? He's simply dead Must be off shrooms, so I left him trippy red Kill Bill, real deal, they gon' do what Simon tell 'em Rolls-Royce Dawn parked and it came with umbrellas It don't rain in California, but I bet you we could sell 'em I'm the truth, you can go ask them niggas I was in jail with My car came with umbrellas in it, nigga The police said I hang with all felons in my pictures Flu flam a opp if he staring at my jewelry Deebo of the block, niggas saying I'm a bully My car came with umbrellas in it, nigga The police said I hang with all felons in my pictures Flu flam a opp if he staring at my jewelry Deebo of the block, niggas saying I'm a bully Shit, nigga My car came with umbrellas in it nigga, nigga The police said I hang with all felons in my pictures For real Monday Night Raw, he can wrestle these extensions, shit Flu flam a opp if he staring at my jewelry Flu flam a opp, two hammers out, Toucan Sam make these hammers blam blam, I'm a loose cannon Hit stick, made his wig split, made him do backflips Is that the spark from the K or my jewels dancing? The county jail I be wild as hell, I'on do rapping How he got did, it's gon' be hard to find his shoes after I drink lean, pop pills, I ain't these new rappers The OGs mad, 'cause I ain't let 'em wipe my shoes after Get a bag, get a job, you a shoe shiner I beat life twice, nigga I'm a two-timer See files, I beat trials, you don't do violence My posse, we keep chops, 'cause our jewels icy My car came with umbrellas in it, nigga The police said I hang with all felons in my pictures Flu flam a opp if he staring at my jewelry Deebo of the block, niggas saying I'm a bully My car came with umbrellas in it, nigga The police said I hang with all felons in my pictures Flu flam a opp if he staring at my jewelry Deebo of the block, niggas saying I'm a bully Shit, nigga My car came with umbrellas in it nigga, nigga The police said I hang with all felons in my pictures For real Monday Night Raw, he can wrestle these extensions, shit Flu flam a opp if he staring at my jewelry Another nigga dead if you put your hand up on this jewelry All 12 said, "Not guilty" you heard the jury You can give me all the money you want, don't be nervous I made this bitch give me back massage with his Jergens He got a mic on, "Shhh", don't say too much He a Perkins, FN will turn a kickboxer to a jerker Bitch handed me a loaf, so I served her She broke, she can't get shit from me, not even a burger Why you got so many phones? 'Cause they're burners Turn a opp nigga to cookie pack, like I'm Berner Put a bitch in a strip club, says she a twerker In a month, I done made hundred bands off my verses (the plug) My car came with umbrellas in it, nigga The police said I hang with all felons in my pictures Flu flam a opp if he staring at my jewelry Deebo of the block, niggas saying I'm a bully My car came with umbrellas in it, nigga The police said I hang with all felons in my pictures Flu flam a opp if he staring at my jewelry Deebo of the block, niggas saying I'm a bully Shit, nigga My car came with umbrellas in it nigga, nigga The police said I hang with all felons in my pictures For real Monday Night Raw, he can wrestle these extensions, shit Flu flam a opp if he staring at my jewelry
Writer(s): Yori Smith, Alec Michael Tolkin, Darrell Wayne Caldwell, Ralfy The Plug Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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