Mary

As I walk around wit Harley bitch I'm drippin yuh
Holy Ghost my style you might as well call me lil Christian yuh
Big town business Wolf on Wall Street bitch I'm huntin yuh
Cool calm collected plus I'm cocky Cope be cuttin ouu aye yuh
Talk of the city lames is icky ugh
Imma buy the block and flip that shit just like I'm Nipsey ugh
Bitch I got the power I been hustlin like I'm 50
Im gone ride for mines cuz they my hittas they been wit me

Every damn night I hear my telephone ringing
It's the gang, they was tellin me my enemies schemin
Bitch you dreaming cuz the 7's bout to creep up on ya block
For' you see us tell ya momma that you bout to hit the drop (Drop)

All day, all nite
All day, all nite
All day, all nite
All day, all nite

Left wrist, iced out
Blue dream, nice cloud
New play, hot route
New drip, more clout
Too insane
We numb away the pain
No worries bitch I'm coolin til I can't feel my face

At the light, a scary sight
Guns is blazin yuh, all through the night
Spark the blizzy, you feelin right
Sheck Wes wit the step I'm too nice
Tell that bih to come on over I want her to be on me
Satisfy my very love and bring me all the vibe I need
Stay 100, get ya money too tight
Don't have worries, grind this summer
And ya shit gone be right

Every damn night I hear my telephone ringing
It's the gang, they was tellin me my enemies schemin
Bitch you dreaming cuz the 7's bout to creep up on ya block
For' you see us tell ya momma that you bout to hit the drop (Drop)

All day, all nite
All day, all nite
All day, all nite
All day, all nite

Left wrist, iced out
Blue dream, nice cloud
New play, hot route
New drip, more clout
Too insane
We numb away the pain
No worries bitch I'm coolin til I can't feel my face ugh



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Writer(s): Chris Copeland
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