Bruce Lee
Yeah we went from trap spots to big knots we went from boring
Hoes to foreign hoes nigga I think he mad cuz
I kick my shit like bruce lee who is he talking bout he the
Plug extension cord niggas ain't making no noise 40 light yo
Ass up like a jet pack I'm so fly I done fucked around and
Caught jet lag I done poured up a 4 than made it
Disappear then poured up some more baby ride a
Lil faster you goin to slow she ask me why I love her
Cuz you ride my dick like a rodeo I gotta go the hardest got
A problem we gone solve em pull up with some
Russian choppas closed case if I hit your ass with that
Revolver snub nose these balenciagas white like I
Stepped in a pile of snow I got the money they started
Hating took a long time I had to save it till I can't no
More stay out the way keeping it moving solid cuz
These niggas try to cross you out never trust a nigga putting
Money first cuz your partner ain't your partner for
The right amount what you tell em aye yeah say aye aye say
Aye ya what you tell em I'm a cool lil bastard told her to shake
A lil faster why you hating you can have her pimp a priest like
A pastor I keep that white like alaska she give me money I don't
Ask her my niggas want her imma pass her I take her out like
She trash her we goin up like a ladder hit some licks it don't
Matter yeah she thick pussy fatter fuck the feds we gon scatter
Aye timpmo what you tell em aye yeah timpmo they doubted
Me I fell victim 4 wall cell a thin mat red stripes brick ceiling
Lil bitch said she had my back till the end she went distant
My stomach empty so I don't mind letting that clip empty
Fuck school I'm skipping teacher told me I was gone be dead by
25 I was Born in 91 you do the math I'm still here gods
Willing being broke I know that feeling still putting money on
My niggas books even though I know I ain't gonna see
Them for a quarter century young niggas in the trap jugging
Independent appeal still snow ball effecting praying for a
Dismissal 12 searched the whole car they ain't find the
Pistol ice my wrist like a penguin balmain the linen got some
Thot bitches get dirty like cat litter these niggas
Stuart little I put it in her liver play with me pussy nigga
I'm a grave digger
Hoes to foreign hoes nigga I think he mad cuz
I kick my shit like bruce lee who is he talking bout he the
Plug extension cord niggas ain't making no noise 40 light yo
Ass up like a jet pack I'm so fly I done fucked around and
Caught jet lag I done poured up a 4 than made it
Disappear then poured up some more baby ride a
Lil faster you goin to slow she ask me why I love her
Cuz you ride my dick like a rodeo I gotta go the hardest got
A problem we gone solve em pull up with some
Russian choppas closed case if I hit your ass with that
Revolver snub nose these balenciagas white like I
Stepped in a pile of snow I got the money they started
Hating took a long time I had to save it till I can't no
More stay out the way keeping it moving solid cuz
These niggas try to cross you out never trust a nigga putting
Money first cuz your partner ain't your partner for
The right amount what you tell em aye yeah say aye aye say
Aye ya what you tell em I'm a cool lil bastard told her to shake
A lil faster why you hating you can have her pimp a priest like
A pastor I keep that white like alaska she give me money I don't
Ask her my niggas want her imma pass her I take her out like
She trash her we goin up like a ladder hit some licks it don't
Matter yeah she thick pussy fatter fuck the feds we gon scatter
Aye timpmo what you tell em aye yeah timpmo they doubted
Me I fell victim 4 wall cell a thin mat red stripes brick ceiling
Lil bitch said she had my back till the end she went distant
My stomach empty so I don't mind letting that clip empty
Fuck school I'm skipping teacher told me I was gone be dead by
25 I was Born in 91 you do the math I'm still here gods
Willing being broke I know that feeling still putting money on
My niggas books even though I know I ain't gonna see
Them for a quarter century young niggas in the trap jugging
Independent appeal still snow ball effecting praying for a
Dismissal 12 searched the whole car they ain't find the
Pistol ice my wrist like a penguin balmain the linen got some
Thot bitches get dirty like cat litter these niggas
Stuart little I put it in her liver play with me pussy nigga
I'm a grave digger
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Writer(s): Timothy Daniels
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