Detection
Yeah alright
Won't you won't you won't you won't you won't you
Drink a couple rounds won't you
Chop a couple down won't you
Drive em out of town won't you won't you won't you
Come on in and chill
You already know the deal
Everybody thinks they're real
Don't you don't you don't you
It's a sense that's telling me that
I'll commit another felony that
Might invoke some other memories that
Haunt you haunt you
Pick 'em up and go to town
And if you don't they'll track you down
All this work is going around
Cause you Cause you
Thought it was a game
Now you look insane
Bitch you know I'm not playing
Don't you don't you don't you
Ha ha alright you want me to do it again?
Alright here we go here we go
Break 'em down weigh 'em out and wrap 'em up
Let your people come through and fill your cup
Now your cup runneth over go double your order
Keep whipping and flipping go get that rover
And studio time make an album called grind
And then sit back and stack up a mille and shine
Make some out on the road and the hits coming fast
But always be aware that the end's coming fast
Hitting that shit like I'm fresh out the county
But just be aware that I'm only just out
See they might give me ten and them folks ain't your friends
But better believe that we just can't pretend
Without your face all alone
Out of place with no home
What do I do with these days
But just grind all alone
Don't manipulate me to do just what you need
I can't fathom a world all alone but that's just me
Oh shit that was kind of gangster
This one's kind of gangster too hold on here we go
Ah what what
Gonna come around your city
Cause we keep it so pretty
They love what we be spitting
And uh how we representing A-town
Home grown we getting bread by
The fucking pound it's always a grind
I know how to deal to get by
And if you ever doubt me bitch try
I heard that you say you knew why
But bitch you do not know I
Six out of ten times you lie
So that is just why I don't
Deal with the fucking shit your saying
Everybody knows that I'm not playing
Making you understand is draining
No way I'll let you make me start complaining
I'm not wasting my time with that
I'm finna put haters all over this map
Smoke a couple blunts on my way back
And all my other homies gone probably smoke crack
What
Bitch
Won't you won't you won't you won't you won't you
Drink a couple rounds won't you
Chop a couple down won't you
Drive em out of town won't you won't you won't you
Come on in and chill
You already know the deal
Everybody thinks they're real
Don't you don't you don't you
It's a sense that's telling me that
I'll commit another felony that
Might invoke some other memories that
Haunt you haunt you
Pick 'em up and go to town
And if you don't they'll track you down
All this work is going around
Cause you Cause you
Thought it was a game
Now you look insane
Bitch you know I'm not playing
Don't you don't you don't you
Ha ha alright you want me to do it again?
Alright here we go here we go
Break 'em down weigh 'em out and wrap 'em up
Let your people come through and fill your cup
Now your cup runneth over go double your order
Keep whipping and flipping go get that rover
And studio time make an album called grind
And then sit back and stack up a mille and shine
Make some out on the road and the hits coming fast
But always be aware that the end's coming fast
Hitting that shit like I'm fresh out the county
But just be aware that I'm only just out
See they might give me ten and them folks ain't your friends
But better believe that we just can't pretend
Without your face all alone
Out of place with no home
What do I do with these days
But just grind all alone
Don't manipulate me to do just what you need
I can't fathom a world all alone but that's just me
Oh shit that was kind of gangster
This one's kind of gangster too hold on here we go
Ah what what
Gonna come around your city
Cause we keep it so pretty
They love what we be spitting
And uh how we representing A-town
Home grown we getting bread by
The fucking pound it's always a grind
I know how to deal to get by
And if you ever doubt me bitch try
I heard that you say you knew why
But bitch you do not know I
Six out of ten times you lie
So that is just why I don't
Deal with the fucking shit your saying
Everybody knows that I'm not playing
Making you understand is draining
No way I'll let you make me start complaining
I'm not wasting my time with that
I'm finna put haters all over this map
Smoke a couple blunts on my way back
And all my other homies gone probably smoke crack
What
Bitch
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