West Fort Cypher
Mmhmm
(Yessir)
My god
Damn
Instant Replay
Run it back for them bums in the back
Who fussing bout guns and them gats
Who couldn't keep a stick like a thumb with no tack and I
Come with no slack in my knapsack
Just a map and a mask that I keep on me
Dualshock can't control me
When I'm vibing like a lava lamp
I come from skyward lands with higher plans than the one you on
And tell your bitch that's yanking on my dick i yanked her bundle off
She did a somersault and landed on my buckle dog (Woo)
Niggas get to stepping
Suli disinfecting every lil bacteria
99.9% a threat to all in my area
Your girl blow me cause you below me I hope you understand
The second coming's grand and her holy water fit a hundred dams
Damn son
Young, smart, black, and he handsome
Never was robbing but he gon pop you like Robert's grandson
Once the money come in imma
Wuncler, I'm so cunning but I
Keep some people round me that'll
Clutch me when I'm stumbling
But still around to check like 'what the fuck' when I start fumbling
And keep my stomach rumbling for more
And I still be on they necks
These bitches claim they giving more top than four score
Stop, that shit ain't real
Divorce Court cops
Suli
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Damn, God damn)
Huh
Yeah, okay
She gon fuck with me because she do, yeah
She a freak
Give a fuck bout what she think I do it every week (Yeah)
Baby come test me out (Come test me out)
Yeah, Come test me out
I know what I'm bout (Okay)
And I'm in my pockets bitch I walk it out (Yessir)
Talking what you talk can't give a fuck it out (Okay)
Talking shit, yeah we can duke it out (uh, yeah)
Talking shit, yeah we can duke it out (Lil bitch)
Talking shit and we can
Shut the fuck up if you talk to me
Give a fuck bout what you think I do this every week
Uh, I'm spazzing out I think I need to chill (Oh my god)
I came back I'm feeling really fucking chill (Oh my god)
I'm feeling back I'm feeling really fucking chill
She like me, she think I'm the real deal
Green-haired nigga
Fuck it, how you feel?
Fucking from her back I take her track out
Give a fuck bout what you think I never maxed out
Bar for bar, baby girl I'm tryna act out
Right now, right now, blow her back out
Yeah huh, Yeah
Talking shit, well we can duke it out (Yeah, uh)
Talking shit, well we can duke it out (Oh my god)
Wish a nigga run his mouth (Oh my)
(It's all love I don't want no smoke my bad)
Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye
Hellcat racing, know I'm cutting
Lil baby know we fucking
Water on my neck, you know I'm flooded
I don't give a fuck bout nothing
My best dance happen at the bank
I don't give a fuck what you think
I stay sip good with that drink
Can't call I'm drawing a blank
Word up (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Word up (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Word up, balling like I'm Chris Paul
Dribble down the court you can tell that I'm pissed off
You can see imma lift off
Ball in the air, yeah it's finna get picked off
Sike, fly as hell no kite
It's me and baby all night
She don't even know what's right
I don't give a fuck let's fight
Bitch nigga, swear it's on sight
Okay
Another day, another dollar we really activated
Just tryna make it to tomorrow, but I been lacking patience
So now it's back to basics
Yeah, I been stacking baby
They say money ain't everything but everything been hella costly lately
What it cost me? The closest people to me cross me
Funny how they claim to love but dissipate without the money
I can't keep these bitches off me, I think they smell the money
Benjis and Franks, got racks in the bank
(Yessir)
My god
Damn
Instant Replay
Run it back for them bums in the back
Who fussing bout guns and them gats
Who couldn't keep a stick like a thumb with no tack and I
Come with no slack in my knapsack
Just a map and a mask that I keep on me
Dualshock can't control me
When I'm vibing like a lava lamp
I come from skyward lands with higher plans than the one you on
And tell your bitch that's yanking on my dick i yanked her bundle off
She did a somersault and landed on my buckle dog (Woo)
Niggas get to stepping
Suli disinfecting every lil bacteria
99.9% a threat to all in my area
Your girl blow me cause you below me I hope you understand
The second coming's grand and her holy water fit a hundred dams
Damn son
Young, smart, black, and he handsome
Never was robbing but he gon pop you like Robert's grandson
Once the money come in imma
Wuncler, I'm so cunning but I
Keep some people round me that'll
Clutch me when I'm stumbling
But still around to check like 'what the fuck' when I start fumbling
And keep my stomach rumbling for more
And I still be on they necks
These bitches claim they giving more top than four score
Stop, that shit ain't real
Divorce Court cops
Suli
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Damn, God damn)
Huh
Yeah, okay
She gon fuck with me because she do, yeah
She a freak
Give a fuck bout what she think I do it every week (Yeah)
Baby come test me out (Come test me out)
Yeah, Come test me out
I know what I'm bout (Okay)
And I'm in my pockets bitch I walk it out (Yessir)
Talking what you talk can't give a fuck it out (Okay)
Talking shit, yeah we can duke it out (uh, yeah)
Talking shit, yeah we can duke it out (Lil bitch)
Talking shit and we can
Shut the fuck up if you talk to me
Give a fuck bout what you think I do this every week
Uh, I'm spazzing out I think I need to chill (Oh my god)
I came back I'm feeling really fucking chill (Oh my god)
I'm feeling back I'm feeling really fucking chill
She like me, she think I'm the real deal
Green-haired nigga
Fuck it, how you feel?
Fucking from her back I take her track out
Give a fuck bout what you think I never maxed out
Bar for bar, baby girl I'm tryna act out
Right now, right now, blow her back out
Yeah huh, Yeah
Talking shit, well we can duke it out (Yeah, uh)
Talking shit, well we can duke it out (Oh my god)
Wish a nigga run his mouth (Oh my)
(It's all love I don't want no smoke my bad)
Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye
Hellcat racing, know I'm cutting
Lil baby know we fucking
Water on my neck, you know I'm flooded
I don't give a fuck bout nothing
My best dance happen at the bank
I don't give a fuck what you think
I stay sip good with that drink
Can't call I'm drawing a blank
Word up (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Word up (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Word up, balling like I'm Chris Paul
Dribble down the court you can tell that I'm pissed off
You can see imma lift off
Ball in the air, yeah it's finna get picked off
Sike, fly as hell no kite
It's me and baby all night
She don't even know what's right
I don't give a fuck let's fight
Bitch nigga, swear it's on sight
Okay
Another day, another dollar we really activated
Just tryna make it to tomorrow, but I been lacking patience
So now it's back to basics
Yeah, I been stacking baby
They say money ain't everything but everything been hella costly lately
What it cost me? The closest people to me cross me
Funny how they claim to love but dissipate without the money
I can't keep these bitches off me, I think they smell the money
Benjis and Franks, got racks in the bank
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