歌词

Ugh (Ha) Hey (Pablo, crazy for this motherfucker) Big One-eleven, 1017, man (Ha) (Ha) Hey Hey, hey Look, you gotta know that I'm in a whole 'nother league The pressure been applied 'fore dropped, "Pushin' P" Prolly in the Vells suite, I'm at the game with the cheat Ain't no one know BC, watch that nigga, OB Slow feed, don't eat, you just slow in these streets Cuz said, "Nobody, no justice, no peace" Country nigga at the bank with a modified Jeep (ha) House shows on my feet, long money my receipt Tell a bank teller, "All blues, no pink" (please) It's a dope, boy, 20, I blow that with my people Never leave the house again if I don't go with my heater Whole truck full of cutters, got that bitch from Jeepers Creepers (ha) Bet you gotta spend a M if you tryna be a nigga, and I can't be fuckin' with you They ain't show, don't see a nigga Who they gon' check? Nigga, really see these killers Know they'll upset, I'm fresher than a Easter picture And I'm the type of nigga, I ain't never in the middle I'll sleep on the floor 'fore I talk into pillows When you one year old, and you a million-dollar, nigga Hey, if you get the picture (hey), it won't be a issue Wonder when you gone, do they love you? Do they miss you? Mama, black dress, black shades, white T-shirt Killer masked up, Max Payne, two pistols And he pops jiggles, and he pops niggas How he gon' lose if he got a Glock wit' him? Real go-getter, wrong gang, right nigga Comin' off the hip, he ain't finna fight with ya He don't know Yak, but he will snipe niggas He don't know Pooh, he a real shiesty nigga He don't know dude, better have his pipe wit' him He don't know you, then it's out of sight with you Up like a kite with you, gone 'fore the night get here (damn) And I still wanna know what you know 'bout it Say you don't like me, okay, cool, how you gon' go 'bout it? CK one night, lost four choppers My cuz in the pin, another strike, mean pro-model When they say they need five, give four dollars You would really trip 'cause I ain't give you one more dollar? Money bring envy, and the diamond bring the ho' out her Stick up in the club when I'm rapping, this my show chopper Pussy-ass nigga, they gon' send like so off 'em Vibin' in Miami, like Jace, I got four pockets I've be eating at the end, nobody need nobody Pistol up in both pockets, he don't even know 'bout it One was in the head when I bought it, I ain't know cockin' (ha) Hey (ha) Hey, one was in the head when I bought it, I ain't know cockin' (ha, ha) (Big One-eleven)
Writer(s): Donovan Hardie, Dajour Jamal Walker, Jacob Sclaver Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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