at finger licking eating chicken with a thick bih My finger hit check my wrist look how that bih glist' cheese like granny gritz (yup) bih I'm da shit Got a bih eating up why im frying fish Got bigger fish to fry (boy)you just a small fry (crawfish) All I need is one eye (baby) one fork (if dat head fy) (can't lie) Bae yo rent never short (uh uh) yeah yeah Ont trust da bank love truist cuhhh dat bih yeaaaaa Dat bih yeaaaaa ' my wrist yeah. My bih yeah . My Trap (Yea), do I rap (yea) running laps round da trap burning phat yea running laps round da track' bringing back (yeah ) 4 pockets stuffed full of new blue's Ol money put up bae that's ol news Keep some hunnids tucked bih dats ol skool Cougar coochie good ASF nie I'm lying too My young bih got her put up, like slow down juvie Super cooling (yup) bout to make a movie (yup) My juvie got coochie and she make that booty clap She call me daddy she know I'm having, she can have it (yup) Aint flagging do no crabbing really trapping (yeah) You flagging:, chexk da caption,' lying to yourself ' Action jackson, bout dat action packs disappear, Action Jackson, do magic, packs disappear
Up wit the owl clouds fade into day light over timing the trap spot not gone lay up one night I stand for cheddar get my paper riding to different beat not cut from the same cloth keep yeah distance I'm different like water to oil on top of the world live you doing well good just made to a peek I've done toured more juice the poc pull more weight the biggie got moe weapons then John's so they'll never try us toes gripping the cement unmovable this one they have problems wit child hood grime school book real road top paper
moving through the gated residentials, with a couple of my fellas needa a rollsy w umbrellas if unee with me then you jealous don’t lil bitch don’t need the credit if i said then i meant it i want auddemer baguettes give a fuck bout who respect
Many cold nights sleepin on da floor mama struggling dropped out school to give her help youne know the pain i felt treatin us like we below the world we da black sheep they say we da ones that make them hurl promise when i have my own imma give them the world cause the pain i felt i never wished it on my self August 7th thats the day i got shot faceshot nd lived Everybody call me lucky but am i fr im fucked up mentally and physically i cant sleep at nights i held my tears on my own imma keep it dat way i dont need ya help put in overtime kause money take the stress away i been on my grind wan stack till im on top the world trynna give my mama a mil cause they say being rich gangsta they always been gon doubt so i hadda show em out to many things i hadda do juss to switch up on my route i still be bangin bs i still my old self dont mistake yaself ya try me and im gon still blam ya kno they wanna take my life so i keep dat hamma u gon die b4 ya snake death before dishonor
