26
Shout out
My homie told me
Some real shit
You can't keep a good solider down
Came up in this bitch
Like a cream pie
Faded like a tye die
Trynna stack my rye
Life too midget
Enough to cry
Don't let your feelings
Ride
(Ride ride ride ride)
Now you washed like
Money laundry
Swimming in this
Coedine lake
Purple mask
Counting cash
Hit the bars
Liquid courage
From a flask
Lay the SmackDown
On your candy ass
Feeling born again
No ectoplas
Weed funkier
Than yo funky ass
She used to
Call me dad
Now that trick
A bastard
Broke my hurt
Turn to crumble
Then I smoked it
Now I'm rising
From my ashes
Charged off the lithium
Head so amazing like
Finish him
Sweet nothings
Aim to be flattering
You only welcome
If you bringing bread
To the gathering
Twenty-six
Twenty-six
Twenty-six
Roll my L's with
Some W's
Dick up in her chatter box
Like a left read DM
Can't help that
I'm wanted by
Your BM
I roll my L's
With some W's
No surprise
If I don't fuck
With you
Niggas on some tranny shit
Pass the blunt
Don't nanny it
Don't ask me how
My life is
When you made this way
Fuck up off
My recipe
Bitch I'm back cooking
All you money
Hungry hoes
Keep looking
No FASFA
But I'm with
The bookings
Tell that bitch
To pay a service fee
To service me
Twenty-six
Twenty-six
Twenty-six
On some Lyrical Killa shit
Keep that
2019 bitch
My homie told me
Some real shit
You can't keep a good solider down
Came up in this bitch
Like a cream pie
Faded like a tye die
Trynna stack my rye
Life too midget
Enough to cry
Don't let your feelings
Ride
(Ride ride ride ride)
Now you washed like
Money laundry
Swimming in this
Coedine lake
Purple mask
Counting cash
Hit the bars
Liquid courage
From a flask
Lay the SmackDown
On your candy ass
Feeling born again
No ectoplas
Weed funkier
Than yo funky ass
She used to
Call me dad
Now that trick
A bastard
Broke my hurt
Turn to crumble
Then I smoked it
Now I'm rising
From my ashes
Charged off the lithium
Head so amazing like
Finish him
Sweet nothings
Aim to be flattering
You only welcome
If you bringing bread
To the gathering
Twenty-six
Twenty-six
Twenty-six
Roll my L's with
Some W's
Dick up in her chatter box
Like a left read DM
Can't help that
I'm wanted by
Your BM
I roll my L's
With some W's
No surprise
If I don't fuck
With you
Niggas on some tranny shit
Pass the blunt
Don't nanny it
Don't ask me how
My life is
When you made this way
Fuck up off
My recipe
Bitch I'm back cooking
All you money
Hungry hoes
Keep looking
No FASFA
But I'm with
The bookings
Tell that bitch
To pay a service fee
To service me
Twenty-six
Twenty-six
Twenty-six
On some Lyrical Killa shit
Keep that
2019 bitch
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