I got a hit
Holdin' me tightly
All the time
Here I come
L.L J
OOOO
I got rows
Got rows
OOOO
Got rows
Got rows
OOOO
A pain stopper and she givin' me brain
I thought you don't give me no name
G5 I done boarded a plane
I'm comin' full fag and I gotta switch lanes
Ball in my gym and I know not the same
I'm mixed with that part of my pain
Young niggas they got up on game
In the streets of the hall of fame
Now I'm ballin' to go get with niggas, she think that I'm lame
Been rappin' forever, ever got better but it don't sound the same
This a young nigga with ice on my chain
I done splashed in the water to blame
I done made him with plenty of crosses around my name
Still don't think that I'm fame
You and I, we gotta go
I'ma blow this tree, it's loud though
I can say myself what I know
Every time I leave, I record though
Now I go hit my own sad tone
I be sad about it, I don't lie though
You talk the shit, that my high tone
I restart the shit, cause it's far though
I done pulled me a line or a four
I said what you all know
Tell me I can't mix those
You may just keep me rollin' though
Enough that I'm gettin' off though
This a rock though, that be on my way back home
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
A pink star, bitch, she give me rain
I thought you don't give me no name
G5, then boarded the plane
I'm calling for a fag and I gotta switch lanes
Boy, I'm a gem and I know not the same
I miss with that part of my pain
The undies, they got up on game
In the streets, it was hall of fame
I'm ballin' to a girl, gave her dick
And she think that I'm lame
Been ridin' forever, ever got better
But it don't sound the same
This a young nigga with ice on my chain
I'm just splashin' the water to blame
I done made it with plenty of crosses around my name
Instead of no one think that I'm fame
Oh, oh
Yeah
I just rolled my course, I just, I rolled my work
It get me right though, and
Mo' model type shit, and
Mo' model, it get me right though
I just rolled my course
I just rolled my wood up
Just got done with my jug up
It get me right though, and
Mo' model, oh
And I'm woke
It get me right though
And I just rolled my course up
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
A pink star, bitch, she give me rain
I thought you don't give me no name
G5, then boarded the plane
I'm calling for a fag and I gotta switch lanes
Boy, I'm a gem and I know not the same
I miss with that part of my pain
The undies, they got up on game
In the streets, it was hall of fame
I'm ballin' to a girl, gave her dick
And she think that I'm lame
Been ridin' forever, ever got better
But it don't sound the same
This a young nigga with ice on my chain
I'm just splashin' the water to blame
I done made it with plenty of crosses around my name
Instead of no one think that I'm fame