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Boy I wasn’t even dope then
But how I pull up in a fortress
But the Mag still snappin’ now, bitches thinking that a nigga gorgeous
Flow game still flawless
Pistol whip you, still lawless
Tea cup got lean, tryna fool the British with the New English
Man how the fuck you niggas end this?
I ain’t even, even started yet
But fuck it nigga, I’mma carry on, cash cartier with the gold chrome
Beat the case call me Larry Holmes
Pull up on your bitch while you still home
You ain’t safe, you ain’t safe, young nigga better get the combination
Ugh yeah, stick it up
Fuck your bitch coz I know you ain’t lit enough
Follow me
Got it on lock, the devil been out here and haunting me
Mess with my brothers the ting ting go “brr brr” on a nigga
By Any Means we goin’ run this shit, that’s on my Hilfigers
Notoriously know we some winners
Drop top Bruce Willis
That’s nonsense, yall play defence with the success man fuck yall
How you ball with a net worth on minus, man fuck yall
Take shots like Gunna Stahl, in the end man it’s still “fuck ‘em all”
What happens in the grey area? you don’t know nigga we don’t do favours
Style free like a mason, I’m amazing, hit the pavement
Your time is up, clocks on the wall
Golden Black been the great wall
We don’t care about the cost
I might kill ‘em with no remorse
Fuck the law, fuck your squad
We goin’ shoot nigga you’ll duck
You looking funny like Duffy Duck
You ain’t funny like Richard Prior
Switching up the flow like this
Boy you claim you real
You only did time for dumb shit
Parking tickets ain’t real
Nonsense never made sense
100 Cents made one Rand
You won’t tell me nigga, how to do it
All we know you never done it
It’s Coolio, bitches love me like Kodjoe
My kicks on jujitsu
These hoes call me Santa
In these streets got no manners
Street shit, talking about Michael Vick
This is it, Michael Jackson thrill
Grass is green, I don’t need them snakes
Grass is green, I don’t need them snakes, oouhh!
Drove in a Ballade
Skrr skrr skrr Lets get it
You know the windows are tinted
My every script a new edit
Time is expensive a Patek
All of you team is pathetic
My chick, feisty
Plumber, I pipe it
I ball, Mikey
Zeus, with lightning
I throw the bait
Pumping my foot on the gas
Drove 6 hours
Just to get champagne showered
Paid in an hour
Top floor in a three tower
I got the blueprint
Smack your face like E-Honda
Fuck with me get a free bundle
Hot sauce no Aunt Debbie’s
We the wolfs that are over taking
We overtaking for the streets sake
Real shit no EA
Don’t sleep on me fuck PJ’s
I told y'all niggas, I told y'all niggas
Y'all thought I was playing but I told y'all niggas
WRITERS
Lungelo Msomi, Siyolonda Mtshali, Thabiso Mngadi
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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