[Intro]
Nigga, nigga
Ya
Nigga
[Verse 1]
Ima go get teardrops tatted, cause a nigga been Killing shit
Leave a nigga slumped in his living room on some Killer shit
Hit the blunt so swiftly
Walking with a limp like Mr. Bigsby
Getting busy, I ain't got no job
Damn Tommy, how you working hard?
Don't make me pull yo card, like a magic trick
I don't doubt a bitch
I just hop in my whip lay on the gas and shift
The whole fashion shit
Yo shit sound like sushi, it's an acquired taste
I brought my nigga Tigga with me, just so y'all could Feel the bass
I remember hitting licks in the 10th grade, Me and Big Quade
And we hustled when it's lunch time
Nowadays i'm in the school dropping hits
Like it's buckets in the forth and it's muh'fuckin crunch time
Might wanna think two times before you drop that weak shit, you just might get bodied
This a coke flow got from(..) George bet it weigh 190
I live where bullshit can't find me
You that nigga ain't nobody know the rest
That's a surprise with that shit you been makin'
Anybody on drugs could've made that
Where my paper at boy this is payback
Read a paperback book on my bitch ass (..)
Dropping some music her booty so soft
It feel therapeutic or therapeutic I'm not gonna repeat it
You probably won't see it
The boys see the man and the boys wanna be him
Be like your Pops I'm not no role model...
That bag in your trunks keep my weed at the bottom
Stay rollin' up like a sleeve keep on fallin'
Runnin' pick ups cause we keep on ballin' like
Jordan and Spalding, Johnson and Wallace
Your bitch so slow she tried to put a foodstamp on an envelope
I'm a king if you didn't know
I'm at Grady's house sittin' on the porch eating cantaloupe
The bitches call me Daddy-O
Uh, oh yea son everything closer than a muthafucka
Getting ready for tour, Michael Blackson
I'm about to go postal in this muthafucka
I sold my first gram in the park after dark
Right across the riverfront it was on the front
Fuckin' with Rico until he got jammed and the whole operation started closing up
We got niggas out here that'll steal your goals and well..
Take your clothes and share 'em
If its a man, don't fear him
He your equal no need to compare him, TUT
Nigga, nigga
Ya
Nigga
[Verse 1]
Ima go get teardrops tatted, cause a nigga been Killing shit
Leave a nigga slumped in his living room on some Killer shit
Hit the blunt so swiftly
Walking with a limp like Mr. Bigsby
Getting busy, I ain't got no job
Damn Tommy, how you working hard?
Don't make me pull yo card, like a magic trick
I don't doubt a bitch
I just hop in my whip lay on the gas and shift
The whole fashion shit
Yo shit sound like sushi, it's an acquired taste
I brought my nigga Tigga with me, just so y'all could Feel the bass
I remember hitting licks in the 10th grade, Me and Big Quade
And we hustled when it's lunch time
Nowadays i'm in the school dropping hits
Like it's buckets in the forth and it's muh'fuckin crunch time
Might wanna think two times before you drop that weak shit, you just might get bodied
This a coke flow got from(..) George bet it weigh 190
I live where bullshit can't find me
You that nigga ain't nobody know the rest
That's a surprise with that shit you been makin'
Anybody on drugs could've made that
Where my paper at boy this is payback
Read a paperback book on my bitch ass (..)
Dropping some music her booty so soft
It feel therapeutic or therapeutic I'm not gonna repeat it
You probably won't see it
The boys see the man and the boys wanna be him
Be like your Pops I'm not no role model...
That bag in your trunks keep my weed at the bottom
Stay rollin' up like a sleeve keep on fallin'
Runnin' pick ups cause we keep on ballin' like
Jordan and Spalding, Johnson and Wallace
Your bitch so slow she tried to put a foodstamp on an envelope
I'm a king if you didn't know
I'm at Grady's house sittin' on the porch eating cantaloupe
The bitches call me Daddy-O
Uh, oh yea son everything closer than a muthafucka
Getting ready for tour, Michael Blackson
I'm about to go postal in this muthafucka
I sold my first gram in the park after dark
Right across the riverfront it was on the front
Fuckin' with Rico until he got jammed and the whole operation started closing up
We got niggas out here that'll steal your goals and well..
Take your clothes and share 'em
If its a man, don't fear him
He your equal no need to compare him, TUT
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