Riiiiiiiiide with 'em
That nite I swear I was ready to diiiiiiiie with 'em
I ain''t really give no fuck
If the so called gangsters call police on us
What the fuck does that make us?
What the fuck does that make us??
One week since our last touchdown
Whole team bread down
They asking me what I said now
I told bae put your little head down
They gon lay lead down
Pullin up beside us
In God I trust
Young JFK ridin round in a drop
Let 'em take a shot at my top
My chick ain't froze like no Jackio
Bet hoe fire back with my Glock
YEAH
Big ol bitch on the backseat
Plug try tax me Ain't shop w him since
He gettin pressure ain't moved as much since
He breathe down my neck then
His ass gettin lynched
YAH
Protect whats important the store
Thats your little angel dog thats my little whore
If you got a problem we go solve that problem
Motherfucker we dont go create more
Shake and bake with the meth bag
Flint town ain''t no lab ain't no breaking bad
Four when I first got jabbed
Ten first got stabbed
Twenty first got blasted
I was showing my ass so they shot me in it
No tear drops boy got some homies in em
I put em in diamonds and hang em from chains don't tat it on my face man fuck all that
My chick letchu hit her from the back for a stack in the flat
Bed of my truck while im in it counting up
And I try and plug up a money counter up in the little lighter hook up
Blew it up
Told her if she try and judge me ima go across her face with the gavel like Zack did
Get you some stitches like wack did
Do you a six piece like black did
With the biscuits and dressin
Do they nose close (no)
Neither do my doors
When they mouf' close
Thats when my house close
They gon' smoke 'til the sun burn out
Come and shop psilocybin and molly rock run it up
Big flint stone truck full of the bedrock
Boy my line like when can we meet up
I been in the same sweat suit for the whole month
Run it up run it up
I ran up a tab with my shooter
I ran up a tab with my booster
I ran up a tab with my bitch
Only pay her so she dont think she my bitch
I ran up a tab with the plug
But I ain't run off bust a jug
I ain't ever say I was a thug
I guess the shoe fit
But I change my shoe like 3x a day
And right now im on my little artist shit
That nite I swear I was ready to diiiiiiiie with 'em
I ain''t really give no fuck
If the so called gangsters call police on us
What the fuck does that make us?
What the fuck does that make us??
One week since our last touchdown
Whole team bread down
They asking me what I said now
I told bae put your little head down
They gon lay lead down
Pullin up beside us
In God I trust
Young JFK ridin round in a drop
Let 'em take a shot at my top
My chick ain't froze like no Jackio
Bet hoe fire back with my Glock
YEAH
Big ol bitch on the backseat
Plug try tax me Ain't shop w him since
He gettin pressure ain't moved as much since
He breathe down my neck then
His ass gettin lynched
YAH
Protect whats important the store
Thats your little angel dog thats my little whore
If you got a problem we go solve that problem
Motherfucker we dont go create more
Shake and bake with the meth bag
Flint town ain''t no lab ain't no breaking bad
Four when I first got jabbed
Ten first got stabbed
Twenty first got blasted
I was showing my ass so they shot me in it
No tear drops boy got some homies in em
I put em in diamonds and hang em from chains don't tat it on my face man fuck all that
My chick letchu hit her from the back for a stack in the flat
Bed of my truck while im in it counting up
And I try and plug up a money counter up in the little lighter hook up
Blew it up
Told her if she try and judge me ima go across her face with the gavel like Zack did
Get you some stitches like wack did
Do you a six piece like black did
With the biscuits and dressin
Do they nose close (no)
Neither do my doors
When they mouf' close
Thats when my house close
They gon' smoke 'til the sun burn out
Come and shop psilocybin and molly rock run it up
Big flint stone truck full of the bedrock
Boy my line like when can we meet up
I been in the same sweat suit for the whole month
Run it up run it up
I ran up a tab with my shooter
I ran up a tab with my booster
I ran up a tab with my bitch
Only pay her so she dont think she my bitch
I ran up a tab with the plug
But I ain't run off bust a jug
I ain't ever say I was a thug
I guess the shoe fit
But I change my shoe like 3x a day
And right now im on my little artist shit
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