[ Featuring Future ]
Don't ever go to sleep he just brainstorm stay up and you geek .... They say more money more problems but no i ain't stopping it bitch im still having motions can't fight this switch better pray to god cause he hit i run it up
im good on love cause i'm on drugs you moving exotic pound tell lil bro them go slime him out just because you can kill a street nigga get a dime if you kill a rap nigga get a dub i got rich off of beating some rhymes never gone tell when i met her off drugs red key no cardib aint pulling no robbery f*ck nigga i aint harder than me every nigga around me cut throat you must of never aint seen red before all my life grow up in the trap watch my grate grandma sell dope nigga cant get with so he got kicked out shit the jakes still gone roll
Cuple of my family members turn zombies nigga watch my uncle get on that doep get to high get to tripping one second i hop out switch ever hit the whole clip one blow never fed on a mission when it come to spinning make a nigga regret for speaking on cole smoking on who just let me know smoke yall crew unlimited smoke uh who run this shit Who done it run with the killers hang with the zombies high as a star my pocket blue hundreads just like a rockstar on a mission nigga rock out big choppa dont care ima get em big chop hit your head thats a dead man ("dont even miss him ") all grate and my glock is on switching them up he was boosting his head now he picking him up i ran it up
Im good on love cause i'm on drugs you moving exotic pound tell lil bro them go slime him out just because you can kill a street nigga get a dime if you kill a rap nigga get a dub i got rich off of beating some rhymes never gone tell when i met her off drugs red key no cardib aint pulling no robbery f*ck nigga i aint harder than me every nigga around me cut throat you must of never aint seen red before all my life grow up in the trap watch my grate grandma sell dope nigga cant get with so he got kicked out shit the jakes still gone roll
I ran it up im good on love i'm good on drugs posted up with crips post up with bloods all in your bud kill a street nigga get a rolex kill a rapp nigga get a richard mille and a buz print out a bag to the muders the drillers the killers who where that shit up im still cool in the hood with the hitters and not in good weather gave all them chinchillas i been moving real swift with the such came out the mud the mud that my diamonds invisible i monover around the content with some real ones that taking shit digitl comeing up where im from its a miricle in the slums in a four eye vechiclel changeing murders up like the climaet diffrent countrys these bitches be flying in drinking posion we living and dieying get the ganking that shit talking diamond send a blits like a defense alignment in the trap with the demon alliance you a real one they kill you for lieing kick the bitch out the phantom for crying
Im good on love cause i'm on drugs you moving exotic pound tell lil bro them go slime him out just because you can kill a street nigga get a dime if you kill a rap nigga get a dub i got rich off of beating some rhymes never gone tell when i met her off drugs red key no cardib aint pulling no robbery f*ck nigga i aint harder than me every nigga around me cut throat you must of never aint seen red before all my life grow up in the trap watch my grate grandma sell dope nigga cant get with so he got kicked out shit the jakes still gone roll
