cop out, i'm poundin' ya down until your eyeballs pop out, I'm not your ordinary player, because you'll leave in a wheelchair, dear, after I lay ya, Get
Niggas in the point ain't changed Niggas in the point ain't changed A nigga ready from the get go Y'all hear my shit go, it's Andre Can yo punk ass come
embarrassed to talk to you That is why I didn?t bow my head Glanced 3 or 4 tables over, saw some of my friends talking to you But I did not, there is
stamps for that nine to 4 caddy how many days can i stretch this box of grits shit never quits im a brother pitching fits or pitching shit i use my mouth or
think I was tryin' to plan a robbin' spree So I drove a low key car tryin' to fool the streets Curve after curve I return tryin' not to swerve Knowin
dick is so serious Fuckin bitch after bitch, cuz they all be curious a young nigga down to break you for everything and mister flamboyant is a song I'll never sang I'm not
Foul, A Hot Guy Does Hip-Hop Flyies Are Knockin Up, Out The Park And After The Game We Gone Meet Up After Dark Vrooom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
times outta 10, I don't even get me But I'm ready, or not, hear I come Wherever you hide, I bet you I'ma find ya I am not a skateboard dubber I'ma grind
ever at home I'm on the rode nigga I'm chasing fedi baby ya'll ain't ready baby Yeah I'm living like a motherfucking chevy baby Or like a ford I'm buit
shine We living on dreams but is they coming true, what I'm gonna do Make a million and pull a stunt or two, a stunt or two [Trae] Step into the world
and I'ma rob this bitch for a purpose You can either read it or see it (What you mean, "Read it or see it?") It'll work, know what's worse? It's better
message after the tone (tone, tone, tone, tone, tone, tone) But I hope that it's 'bout money mayne I don't wanna hear no other thang Or you can go ahead
from under the rock After the dog pound Crushed the buildings I got a family to feed Im the middle of 9 children We can talk about a loan After i sell
in the water Ok now let's get it straight either you bait Or the mate either eay you on my plate gettin ate After grace, if you taste like base, snares
(feat. Bahamadia, Queen Latifah, Angie Stone) [Intro: Erykah Badu] Yeah, funk you up, we gon' funk you up If you not ready, you better get yourself together
better check it before you get up and disrespect it And catch this Ak-4-7 nigga I never knew a nigga that can smoke a pound like me Or get down like me
A Foul, A Hot Guy Does Hip-Hop Flyies Are Knockin Up, Out The Park And After The Game We Gone Meet Up After Dark Vrooom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred