I'm so sick of all this fruity shit, you niggas on thin ice. Me and Big Trouble baby (DTE). A couple people switched, that's why you don't see 'em round man. I give you pimpin', but I stay drippin'. I'ma say me for the moment. I take my dime to hibachi, we do 69 like Tekashi.
I'm just as rich as your favorite rapper, nigga, might be richer (yeah). Sometimes I don't understand the bitch, she a little confusing. Ask us a question about this song. Ran through a bag and got that shit right back. So far 2 more people dropped remixes and will be featured on this megamix.
Said, "Elliot, bezel it, " ice kettle chips, I run it back like a Heisman. Man, this shit ain't new to me. Fo'nem with me, not a bodyguard. Ion wanna hear it (my gang up again, nigga). Ain't a bitch I never hit, still countin' paper, bitch. Big 14, fuck the other side. Hundred niggas in your section. Always played my position. Like some fingers, it's thumpin'. Got your bitch, she on her knees, she gon' eat the dick. I'm a grown ass man, you a baby or somethin'. Might as well plan your funeral (bitch). Finny Music – Who Run It/Bring It Back/Look Alive (Megamix) Lyrics | Lyrics. They'll try and stop your shine. I'm face my hoes nigga I don't even pass the bitch.
Big racks, big facts, no foolery. Throwing gang signs, call it taunting nigga. Just know wherever I go. Can't stand me, take a seat (ho), designer head to feet, yeah. Crip, crip, crip, crip, crip, crip crip crip. I'ma have yo' girl over. Update 8 (5/27/18): The final runtime is 1:12:34, or something like that. Hey) Wooly Road hitters.
Went Out Bad, Bhabie Lyrics. You niggas can't be serious (serious). Niggas talkin' wet, now the wet is in his eye. All my life I had been in apartments.
Oh well, fuck 'em, dawg, we gon' see how hard they ride (huh, fuck 'em). Extra million just to see the Maybach drop (drop, drop). Real shit on my mama. In Chiraq, 150, be strapped. Blap, blap) You're dead in a second for 10 G's. Pay a bitch to wrap you with a cord and choke your ass nigga. Splish-Splash, brains on the ground, with a cannon round.
A cross of Pac and Baby. Sittin' in the coupe with the missus, Whitney. It's at least three or four of them Glocks. It's probably only noticeable to me cause I know what I've done. I got your bitch up on DVD. I threw bro lil thirty. Walk in Neiman's, leave the Hellcat and the Jeep runnin. Counted up a hunnid this mornin'. Partna you gon' get spent doin' all that flexin'.
On me for my revenue, I'm big now like I'm 7'2". Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up. 1: Nah, I fucking told you. Going to listen to the full 57 minutes and then export. 508 all on my side, they gon' ride, they gon' ride. I ain't got time to play with nobody kids, go watch Disney (yeah). Thirty round in my Glock (doot-doot-doot). I just might fuck on Brittany (Brittany). Bhad bhabie try not to com autour. You gotta like my shit, you a hater or somethin'. I drive a tank in the winter (kill 'em). On the block wit' niggas big as Shaq but I could still hang on it. Hit you with this east fist, smack you with this west palm. Got the Kevin Gates, I got that two phones, I got two numbers. Granny playin' guitar, 'cause you ain't never ever comin' back no more.
So it's funny how they sell that shit for a little pack of weed and a new pair of kicks. Pop out you only gon' see a spark. Jeans black with a pink hat.