Uh, yeah,
P -Brothers, motherfucker
Mars,
L -I, nigga, yeah
Get em, nigga, yes
Give em the full court press
In the two -door
Lex, shooters to draw text
I bought the jet,
you slept with the horse head
You caught at your doorstep,
cowboys like
Dorset
Wet up your ass,
Sean
John
Thread
As I lay down on my warm bed,
then beat you all in the forehead
Bentley exhaust,
4 '4 long stashed in the armrest
I'm sittin' on cornbread,
with somethin' coarse bread
Terry cloth on the floor wet,
cranberry on the boss hands
You're buried in your
Cortez, I'm in a
Peli that's four -wheel
Metal hardware,
Cartier's,
that's a year worth of car fare
With the machete through your heart tear,
yeah
They put a part in your head
just for our share
Yeah, yeah, what it look like
And you know, what it look like
Yeah
You sip
Henny when it's cold out
Six series steady roll out
Sippin' pretty, gettin' dope now
Plenty biddies at the whole house
Big city, profile,
sellin' videos whole south
Niggas shimmy on the coattail, well,
they bitin' how I put the flow down
And how the money roll full out,
nigga, no doubt
They ain't got standards,
y 'all, fresh outta
Fred
Sanford's yard
Any track my stanzas on, that rap's
Black
Panther hard
From the back of that fancy car,
they can't see far
Past that candy bar,
shit compared to my caviar
Carry the arm that's handi -gar
You can catch it like
Randy
Mars
Mars,
Mars
What it look like?
Yeah
You're laced up with the 8 -tuck I
blaze chumps from the waist up
Play games, get your face cut
Shells bang from the crate truck
And lay game down flat like an 8 -cup
The 411 on a paid thug
With more cheddar than a lame fuck
For this grade I get an 8 -plus
They take dust just to raise up
Fade us, that's plain luck
Made bucks with a train slut
Stay plus, step the game up
Get a watch and a chain up
Stay plus, step the game up
Get a watch and chain up
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Music
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