But she believes me when I say I'll never walk out that door. I got double-digit millions, and I still be with the killers (throw 'em up). Got a Moncler coat because the kid the coldest. Levels, Rolls-Royce truck in the ghetto. I just hope I can duck into Heaven.
One hit for pleasure, two hits for pain. Big beast, call me Banijay (hoo). Got a letter from my baby, said she was comin' home. Chips of paint have seen it all. No, I can't do no Amiris. Inside my head I got some lessons for you. Yeah sometimes the good guys sometimes the good guys win. How you crank up that car, ain't no key in there. Cellar music raging in the van. Lil' bruh just put a nigga on Fox, damn. All that f*ckin', I don't do no kiss. Momma i've got a feeling lyrics 1 hour loop. That I was thinkin' that they could.
I stick it she feel it in her guts. I'm in my savage mode. Rappin' rappin' niggas can't compare, they like my children (yeah). And can't nobody tell me how to spend it, bitch. I've been loved and put aside. Me and Lil Baby compadre (yeah). Everyone hot on my label, got options. Why the f*ck everybody callin' me?
Rhythm gonna take me down low. Keep on wanting syrup, but knowin' it don't help (it don't). Your soul will live, don't you worry now. Now the family's got word through the swamp press, that Leland's in catfish grave. 4PF, look like we hit licks, how we sell bricks. They wanna see us fallin' apart! " Emotionally Scarred. My partner's mama know I'm really hustlin'.
I just cut off all of my friends and brought my brothers in. Did they just really give me 80K for thirty minutes? We're gonna have a good time it's gonna be a riot. I say we better hit it she said she needs a minute, Brother keeping your cool is the golden rule. I got stories to tell, stories that would blow your mind. Drive too far, don't matter, I'll mail it. The rules have changed today. Good To See You Smile Again. And if we ever find the killer then he must die. Misuse of my trust sure as hell ain't no fault of mine . Rap get slow, I'm sellin' lows, can't get caught with no skinny ho. We want to believe, people don't lie. Verse 3: I woke up with the blues this mornin. Momma i've got a feeling lyrics peas. Clothes busted, nose dusty, watched the older bros hustlin'.
They want me catch a murder, I ain't goin' back. And my hitta, them be slidin', don't put cameras on my crew. Yeah, you used to twerk bitch, a vet now. Where did that song come from? I ripped it up and flushed with the tissue, try to forget you. I've been down to the proving ground.