Let's get f****d up
On the road to riches
You're just a speed bump
Funny how the heater make a n***a freeze up
We smoke a tree down til it's just a
Tree stump. That eastside n***a
Bang on you b*****s. I'm going at your neck
Strangle you b*****s. Got a long-a**
List full of bad-a** b*****s and I stay
Burned out like a bad transmission
I'm on, like the lights I light up
The kush, knock out, tyson fights
I'm talking about a** and titties
S** and the city
Weezy f baby and the f is for "forget it"
I'm loving my shine, sipping on fine wine
I'm in some fine dime then she give me einstein
Young money m**********are, yeah we
Picked a fine time
I'm a 17, n***a. B***h, I don't mind dimein
I just ended up on every bitch's s** list
Genie in the bottle, get a muthafuckin deathwish
Thuga in this b***h, he say f**k y'all n****s
Breaking buds down the size of a football n***a
Red beam, gimme the light, no sean paul n***a
Let nino bust in your face like a p*** star n***a
Yeah I keep a brian pumper, no homo
The s**t I'm on got the world moving in slow-mo
Man, I told mack I was gonna do it
Above the law, but under the influence
Man, I was on the skateboard
Kick push swagger, got my girl to the room
Got behind her like a shadow
I had her a** up in the air
I swear I got the largest clip up in the world
Right here in my gat
And I wish a n***a play
I'mma bust a nigga's a**
Hate young money? Then f**k you in the a**
187 and a hockey mask, ymcmb gonna ball
Till we fall. And this f**k all y'all
Gonna ball til we fall. And this f**k all y'all
We straight, sorry for the wait
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