Lyrics
Yeah
Be riding 'round town and shit
Been swerving 'round town and shit
Been fucking all kinds of bitches
In that pussy the tides is swishing
Only thing on my mind is riches
Hop in the V, AMG, yeah we getting them blues
Yeah we keep it discreet in the street, if you tell you gon' lose
I must be on her mind all the time, give me brain in the coupe
And I been on the grind, finna shine, ain't finna be shit you can do, yeah
Niggas is down to ride
Switch on the glock it's a homicide, yeah
Niggas is down to ride
Switch on the glock it's a homicide, yeah
Niggas is down to ride
Switch on the glock it's a homicide, yeah
Niggas is down to ride
Switch on the glock it's a homicide, yeah
The pack touch down for me
Your bitch going down for me
Spending time counting out this green
Yeah don't lie to me
Baby girl why you lie to me
Had me wasting my time for free
Fuckin' around you get hit by my lil one
Plug hit me up and you know he gon' deal one
Tell him thanks for giving drugs like the pilgrims
Nigga come 'round kick my cup Imma spill him
I ain't from New York but don't play 'cause we drilling
Spinning the block it's a homicide
Because when Syx pick me up, end up killing the rhythm
We killing, we deal it, don't know what we dealing with
Murder the game it's a massacre looking outside
I got no time for receipts
I'm picking Syx up on the beat
The king like LeBron twenty-three
I'm picking up six on the heat
You know that I'm leaving your hoe with deceit
The Vanilla Man can pick you off of the street
I'm a devil I'm blue think I'm going to Duke
And I'm staging a coup know I'm taking a three
And these bitches can't hang with us
I been spitting so long you can't bang with us
Jesse whipping the Z and the paint dripping
I been slim and a thug 'cause I'm grain gripping
And I'm still tipping
And I'm still ripping
And I'm still sipping
And I'm still winning
Call me Tyler Shough, 'cause I'm pick six-ing at a home game of a new season
And within reason
I been still scheming
I been still peeping at the deeper meaning
In the first semester I had seven zeroes
You'd be thinking my GPA had a milli, I'm a different being
I'm a different being, daily green like the human beings
I'm an ocean man like I'm singing Ween
Rest in peace Bray, know that I'm a fiend
And I been in between of the cynical, clinical, lyrical, hopeless subliminal
No more defending 'em, no more depending 'em
I caught a body? Bitch I got like ten of 'em
Ten of these bitches don't know what they sleeping on
Ten of these bitches in beds of a bigger truck
Ten of these bitches made ten bad decisions
That's twenty more reasons to keep me from being drunk
I just be getting crunk
Call these bitches Nintendo they switching up
Know I stole all the charm all you got is luck
Think you harder than me I don't give a fuck
I'm gone
Andrew Nibo, Serghinio Palma Jr.
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