Lyrics
Check
Error
Two
Yeah
Error
I had to give my nigga daps through a window, that fucked up my day
Foot all on the gas, they keep telling me I'm on the way
Vroom, Polo tag popping, cotton field picking nigga
Pray my past doesn't catch me like a runaway
Slave to this rap shit, fashion and act trick
Sins of vixens, let's video tape this
Shit, I'm Monte Cristo burning
Party turned up when I'm drunk
Seven grams, Palmer Dutch, spark a blunt
Paper chaser turned heartbreaker
Crew of niggas dark as Darth Vader
Every hustle, man, I lost paper
That just made the wins feel greater
So Will and Jada a nigga neighbor, I gotta out-labor haters
Off the truck, used to sell phones, no data
And white to make your bitch smile, yeah, I Colgate her
That kush have us both eating fo' later
All because she love that ice like a pro skater
To join the team, you gotta be magnificent
Blunts in the air, tell 'em represent
Motivated by queens and dead presidents
365, All I think about is getting it
Gotta be magnificent
Blunts in the air, tell 'em represent
Motivated by queens and dead presidents
365, All I think about is getting it
My life story beyond the glory, I'm hall of fame
Shrimp and chicken lo mein
A thousand eight grams of that cocaine and that propane
With my dog Bizzy posted by that low flame
Fuck it, get rich, can't you ever switch, never
Pyrex hits, I'm dope, plus my shit's better
Project bitch, she love me 'cause my whip better
Process this, never rap, but I gets cheddar
Complex shit, I write too well to be in XXL
The Source scared to come to the north, still they blogging
My comments are often enough to put rappers in coffins
You send a shot, I'll send a shot back
To your mama's apartment, you pussy
Victory and vagina, call that a W