It's never been a nigga that's good for this long, this hood, for this pop, this hot,
for this long, with so many different clothes, this one's for this song, the next one, I
would show, this one would give it up, these wuffs, too lazy to make up shit, they crazy,
they don't, paid pictures, they just trace me, you know what, too late for get where they
pluck, they hoes down from there, trying to reverse the outcome, I'm like, truck, I'm
not a writer, I'm a writer for myself and others, I say a big verse, I'm only big enough
my brother, bigger than my barrel, I'm big enough to do it, I'm that barrel, plus
I know my own flow is foolish, so the rings and things, you sing about, bring them out,
it's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth, I'm a new sneakers, new seaters, few
dealers, what more can I tell you, let me tell it for you, W-I-L-L-L-I-E, nobody truer than
HOV, and I'm back for more, New York, St. Louis, the door, I'm finished, go back to finish my business up,
I say, baby, what more can I say, baby, I'm finished, double the deal, I'm done, m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m.
you already know when I'm about flying birds, down south, moving red on the step, purple, waning
and throusin', startin' on hoes, rushin' on my shirt, but hangin' up on my clothes, take my
Sit my chain in my name
Young H.O.
Pitch the Yate pay for
Even if paid with troll I may payroll
Bids pay for
Friends they roll
Pipe it just down to Turks and Caicos
Chris Cage loads it
I don't give a shit
N***a one life to live
I can't let it a go
Why would it be if live fresh and deaf
Head to toe to the day I rest
And I don't wear jerseys
I'm dirty plumps
Give me a crisp pair of jeans
N***a button ups
Asked out on my feet
Make me excited to play
What more can I say
Google Play to beat you in
We gon' let this ride into the hook
I'ma stab my fingers
What more can I say to you
Let's go
What more can I say
Now you know your ass is willy
When they got you in the bag
For like half a lily
And your ass ain't lily
White that mean that shit you write
Must be lily
These are down to your flow
It's silly
It's boat
I don't need the boats
If I'm bragged
The crack is coming back
Like I ain't on the axe
The moment stood in front of the judge
My heart is suited
Just had the balls to do it
And no, I'm not doing it
In fact, I'm just reviewing it
This ain't the show
I'm just EQing it
When I want to
And I won't stop abusing it
To prove these girls
Stop force abusing it
Back to the music
To make back proof
It's translucent
N***a got a pile of moustache
What I mean
They can't shut up
They shut down
I'm not even P.E.
I'm a bride
Don't forget me
For my brash delivery
But I remember vividly
What these streets did to me
For catching me
Let these clowns nip
Ticking me
Tick me like a picnic
