Just got back to the block from a 6 o’clock with JiggaĪnd I’m thinkin’ ’bout signin’ to the Rocīut my niggas on the block still assigned to the rocks Unfortunately I am not that type of niglet They seen my pigment and thought that was the ign’ance I’m on my convict, don’t drop bars, I drop prisonsĭon’t sell rocks seen the spectrum through the prisms Gettin’ deeper in these flows like conches Or pretend like a vulture and drop off this cliffīarely even conscious, talking to my conscience I metamorph like I’m ‘posed ta, I might slice my wrist Spine right out of place, give me dap like you ‘posed taĭarts at your posters, dark nights like this
#Versace remix lyrics king los code#
You thought it was safe then forgot what the code wasĭon’t look in my face, I might snap, I might choke ya If I’m not the hottest then Hell must’ve froze over I’ll make that shirt say RIP, I’m on some shit
My K hot, your 9 cold, that bark like K9 drone In a ballpark with all sharks and a blindfold, I rhyme cold
When the beef cooked, I ate y’all like, “Mmm mmm,” let’s play ball I roll past and I blaze y’all like, “DOO DOO!” I hate y’all With a toe-tag, get broke off, in the projects with a skateboard We outlawed then I bogart, any pros that got ‘proached at (I know one thing) Anything is better than that 1 Trainīag made of Goyard, cheffin’ like I’m Boyar-ĭee, probably selling D in your local courtyardīraids like I’m O-Dog, my la familia go hardĭown to my inlaws, they outlaws with no laws
Transition to a Lamborghini from a Mustangĭrugs slang in the drug game with the hustling Young boy, let his gun bang, let his nuts hang Or ever since me and Drizzy started hangin’ out (Huuh) X the hoes in my bed is ’round the same amount (Whaaat) I’ve been thinking ’bout all the O’s in my bank account (Whaaat) Tell my A$AP killers get they pistols ready
0 kommentar(er)
