歌词
I'm a thief!
On the blills
Foldin' bills where I hone my skills
I was a soldier in the field
Where you only get to eat what you can kill
I keep the steel in the clean Seville
Bad bitch rollin' off a E pill
You treat a rich hoe like a cheap thrill
We ill, we ill, we ill, we ill
Ain't no love
And if it was, I wouldn't own a snub and some gloves
Seen niggas get plugged over the grub
Hoes got dug, your '05 Bug had hit the mud
I hit the pub, lifted the mug
Bitches hit the club, I slipped the clip in the gun
Niggas on the run, my skin don't get enough sun
I had to win in my lungs to overcome
I'm still payin' for my past sins
Sittin' in the E-Class Benz
Black ski mask, black Timbs
Platinum Mac-10 that'll shatter your Cadillac tints
Strange days, cocaine's weighed by the eighth
Young niggas is chased by the jakes
Create freebase, he bakes pies and cakes
The fiends form lines to taste
I play the A8 while my primates decide your fate
And killed the vampire with the stake
I'm a threat behind the designer specs
Fly, you might find me in a spider web
Don Juan dialect
Hawaiian dime got her by the neck
What's your pimpin' worth?
When you pick the lint off shirts, whores disperse
For kids to put the fork in dessert
For talkin', I put the Porsche in reverse
Your flesh get tossed into the earth
After I draw and squirt
I plant my feet upon foreign dirt
Roll up the purp with a smug "fuck you" smirk
I lift the Rosé up 'til the muscles burn
Hustle and earn, the handle on the.32 is pearl
Do a set of concentration curls
High fashion, climaxin' on satin
The outside of the tilapia was blackened
Share the gift, wood gear shift
I appear in the mist then dip like Tokyo Drift
Prest the fifth like Professor Griff
Texture is slick, tinted your whip
Now may you rest with the fish
Squeeze Glocks for stocks, three quarter fox
The thick pitbull jaw locked, I'm a warlock
My lines go for ten a pop like orange tops
Fuck you niggas with a horse's cock
I'm takin' mines off the top
Whores watch as we board the yacht like George C. Scott
Cîroc, five drops of olive oil in the wok
Presidential watch, call it Barack
Blackface shit with the invisible locks
We get you shot, it's like the Hitchcock plot
We ill, we ill, we ill, we ill
We ill, we ill, we ill, we ill
We ill, we ill, we ill, we ill
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