Lyrics
Case
808 Mafia
Ask Yourself
Ah
Sounds fuck with me
Trap nigga
Do you really wanna be a trap nigga
Never give a fuck
Always gotta keep a strap nigga
Born all alone
Whole world on my back nigga
Fuckin' up a stack
Just to get it right back nigga
Ride around the hood
We be schemin' for some ass nigga
Steady gettin' high
Mixin' weed with the hash
Nigga speed on the highway
Gotta hunt it on the dash
It gets ugly round here
Halloween no mask
Ain't from around here
You gon' have to earn a pass
Nigga bitch
Niggas lurkin' cups of snakes
In he grass
Nigga days ain't certain
Cryin' like
It's your last
Nigga entertain
Beef you disappear
In the flash
Nigga in and out the bricks
With the shit
Hittin' licks
Step on and off the scene
Cause the feds takin' picks
Catch Zoe's flip
O's blowin
Paper runnin
Nose
Opportunity is slim
Kick the door
down if it's closed
Burn on the loud
You can tell by the sound
Nigga crackin' eggshells
Walk ten toes down
Nigga 40 in the clip
And i'm lackin' off around
Nigga dope
In the alley
Duckin' all the bloodhounds
Nigga draggin' to the rinse
Tell his mama
Don't know what happened
Shit the body to your daughter
Let her sister
Do the rappin
Do whatever it's time to say
YMF I am the captain
Oh lieutenant
You a soldier
Pop up dummy
That's a dozer
This ain't Sesame Street
You get kidnapped
Playin' grover
How I'm feelin' myself
Bitches call me casanova
Leave em
All out of shape
Origami
I will fold you out
Shine the competition
My explosion
Supernova
You can't test me
Even if I was a failing student
With these cuts
I go bananas
This Guerrilla Unit
With My Youngins
And they say I have a thick influence
I say patience
Is a virtue
When you teach students
Showin' how a kid's done
From night time
To the sun come
Need two dimes
Gotta lump some
Need miles now
Don't front none
Connect
Work hard
They try to check
Coke, dope, pills
You can say I had A trip
With drag
Caps over needles
What we do
Is Illegal
Your position
Lookin' fetal
Rockefeller
Beanie, seagull
Crow King
I'm so regal
Stay on point
Like a needle
New addition to the game
Your time is over
That's medieval
Flyin' in knievel
All I aver do
Is floor smoke
California dream
Simp
A1 sauce
No love
For that style
Play the game
I get a lotta climbs
My way up off the bottom
Slide my way
Or turn it up
If you spot em
Then I got em
And We All about the money
Countin' Paper is a must
I'm the shit
Nigga flush
Seein' green
In God we trust
Loaded up that choppa
Shit you don't bust
Told Yourself a million times
You don't give a fuck
Sold over a million dimes
Hangin' in the curb
Sold over a million dimes
Don't give a fuck
Work
Julien Saint Preux
O/B/O DistroKid