Ringside Rocking Furs

Flygod, Flygod, Flygod
Flygod, Flygod, Flygod
Flygod, Flygod, Flygod

Fukk, brrr, boom boom boom boom boom boom
Ayo, ayo, yo, ayo
You know how I do, kicks Christian Pugh
Left wrist tryna make it two (Whip)
Run the water, lick the plate
Craig Green rockin' niggas baggin' extra weight (Weight)
Ahead of my time, came back the second day
I'm on tour with the king
Big poncho in the rain
He shot up so much the nigga couldn't buy a vein
Pitcher like Fernandez
22 Tech Donna Leng peg leg
With the war rocking 424
The rich getting richer, the poor getting poorer
Yeah, you can't ignore us (Uhuh)
The M16 on the tour bus (Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot)
Highway to Hell, we took the shortcut (Skrrr)
Lost Chine Gun, I went short bus
Yo, yo, we flyer
My unc in Kingston need a wire
Ayo, I'm on fire
These BB's some berries you couldn't tie up (Uhuh)
Yeah, come try us
My shooter doing bad, he might kill you for a thousand bucks (Brrr, brrr, brrr)
I'm from the grimiest
Slept in them shells, I mean the tiniest
Now these labels wanna fly me in
My bitch ass fat, waist the tiniest (Haha, woo!)
Two tone Maybach you might find me in
Money, I need it ASAP
No Rocky, no Ferg
I'm talking Basquiat's at ringside rocking furs
Mulsanne on my mama curb (Skrrr)
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah

Pretty poetic genius with the pen
Kill you maricóns again
Hugs the skies as disguises
High fives and 25-to-lifers
Shot in the neck, ran in slow-mo
Like Peter Luger, very 7-uno-6
Drop your big mama off in Lake Erie with a cement brick
Put one up in the air for the hood Maya Angelou
I even cried tears of honey
Over that drug money
Blood money
Connect the flow

- Ay, my niggas out there, boy
- Yeah, baby?
- Yeah, they out there
- Let's go, but I want you first
- I just wanna ride by, and-and-and make sure, that the nigga out there, it ain't no children or no shit like that that can [?] in that boy, I got him, for a nigga, man, don't put that shit on him like that, and-and
- Exactly
- Yeah, they gon' give about a fucked up, man, the whole hood, it ain't my fault though I got to handle it, because I should've gave the nigga the phone, you know, I just was testin' them out, you know, I didn't bring them all out, I just brought two out
- Exactly
- And I just killed one and got them, you know, even for they own partner, they were close to me, but these fuck niggas goin' around doin' their young dumb shit, and I did that shit right there, man, and got the whole move
- Yeah, fucked them niggas up, boy
- Yeah, baby, appreciate you-yeah, yeah, baby, is you gon' ride by? And then you gon' let me out like on a side street or somethin', not sure, at a park, I finna wet them niggas up, boy



Credits
Writer(s): Alvin Lamar Worthy, Thomas A Paladino, Writers Unknown
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