STARRCADE 97
One eye open like cyclops
Ran out of work hit the trap spot
44 tucked in the boot
Hash oil all in the coupe
I ain't got a coupe
I'm almost out of sauce with it
Bitch I'm almost out of sauce
I can't take a loss
Fuck Hugo I'm a boss (Boss)
I got the juice (Yeah)
City on my back (On my back)
Like it's a noose, yeah
You been stealing swag
I don't approve
I been in my bag
I got the truth, yeah
Rollie on my arm
But not like you
You gon' end up dead (What)
Out on the news, yeah
'Cause you're a moor
Fighting these demons and Gods
('Cause you're a moor)
(Oh, I see it)
Yeah (Whatever)
(Yeah)
I can't pay no taxes
I can't pay no taxes
I can't pay my taxes
Fuck these taxes man
Fuck, fuck these—
Still, all night
Double park the PT Cruiser
I am feeling like the ruler
On the beat I am the bruiser
I'm just a star I'm gon' run it up
I am just saying I swag on 'em
I had to bring out that bag on 'em
Won't let 'em make me no sense
But I make dollars I don't make no cents
Rip something real quick for the niggas on the Westside
Ay, you hear the beat, yeah nigga down on the Weststide
Bunch of motherfuckers hating, ay
I ain't here for debating, uh
I am so hot when I'm whipping
Niggas be thinking I'm Cajun, uh
These motherfuckers been plotting for days
But I swear that- hold on fuck it wait
All that money been spent
Real nigga tryna pay the rent
Ay, I didn't think it would be so weird
Spitting dice, spitting in the middle of the suburbs
With white people folks here
DJ Snitch Bitch in the mix
Ran out of work hit the trap spot
44 tucked in the boot
Hash oil all in the coupe
I ain't got a coupe
I'm almost out of sauce with it
Bitch I'm almost out of sauce
I can't take a loss
Fuck Hugo I'm a boss (Boss)
I got the juice (Yeah)
City on my back (On my back)
Like it's a noose, yeah
You been stealing swag
I don't approve
I been in my bag
I got the truth, yeah
Rollie on my arm
But not like you
You gon' end up dead (What)
Out on the news, yeah
'Cause you're a moor
Fighting these demons and Gods
('Cause you're a moor)
(Oh, I see it)
Yeah (Whatever)
(Yeah)
I can't pay no taxes
I can't pay no taxes
I can't pay my taxes
Fuck these taxes man
Fuck, fuck these—
Still, all night
Double park the PT Cruiser
I am feeling like the ruler
On the beat I am the bruiser
I'm just a star I'm gon' run it up
I am just saying I swag on 'em
I had to bring out that bag on 'em
Won't let 'em make me no sense
But I make dollars I don't make no cents
Rip something real quick for the niggas on the Westside
Ay, you hear the beat, yeah nigga down on the Weststide
Bunch of motherfuckers hating, ay
I ain't here for debating, uh
I am so hot when I'm whipping
Niggas be thinking I'm Cajun, uh
These motherfuckers been plotting for days
But I swear that- hold on fuck it wait
All that money been spent
Real nigga tryna pay the rent
Ay, I didn't think it would be so weird
Spitting dice, spitting in the middle of the suburbs
With white people folks here
DJ Snitch Bitch in the mix
Credits
Writer(s): Barrington Hendricks
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