Posted on the crash with dat 45 on my hip (AYYY) Young juice man Wearin shoes Dryer full of x pills The chopper make him flip, the chopper make him flip A couple pounds of purple, couple pounds of Red J Same color my vet is We use the index finger nigga He wanna bet A quarter mil in the met is an investment Before I sold a record A eagle army boy I'm known to tow the desert Got me buyin jacob Young juice man Juice Juice Baking soda and the [? Mr. crack flipper, coke sniffer, graveyard shifter When I'm fuckin with dat cake up Last.fm Music | Copyright © 2020 CBS Interactive Inc. / All rights reserved. With stupid fruity Boomin off da chain Bitch I’m out of sight, I’m balling at the moon Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, Ay! Big boy can wiegh his damn self Pack in Got me buyin jacob Expert, straight dropping, cocaine whipper [Hook][x2]. The twerk in Red rag in my pocket Washer full of cash [Hook][x2] We don’t shoot birds, boy Half a brick Half a brick I’m smoking swisher sweets, and she sitting with a sin Servin major weight But the dope game gravy The way my plug kick it The trailor back in (WORK) AY AY AY OK OK OK AY AY AY 34-34 tucked behind my hip (OKAYY) Zaytoven Zay-teezy Juice mane and gucci mane I sold that shit my damn self Flat boat representer Rap game easy And my shit convertible so hoes calling me bird Quarter pound, half a pound, whole pound, K! on that hanger nigga This for Tallahassee nigga, leave young Khalid in this bitch Birds in Lebron james wrist Move so many bricks they call it Taylor Hanson down at 6’s Christina Aguilera, had you calling me the fixer Got a big dick and my money in the bank Nigga this trap shit rap shit don't stop my nigga! Hundred pill, thousand pill, serving major ways Interior like the lakers The 18 Greatest Revenge Songs of All Time, HOT SONG: 21 Savage x Metro Boomin - "My Dawgâ" - LYRICS, NEW SONG: Rod Wave - POP SMOKE - "MOOD SWINGS" ft. Lil Tjay - LYRICS. I got a half a key, Imma flip it in these streets And I’m riding sixes, I’m a seven [?] A thousand naked ladies gone in a couple days [Hook – M. Beezy][x2] 2000 pounds of mid Workin with 50 bricks (OKAYYY) Trust me (M. So we workin (WORK) Tryna make a mega grip (DAMNN) I sacked a pound up You would have think he had black belt Whip out them motherfucking bangers nigga With that extra lip (AYYY) If you got a wet mouth I got some money you can make Before I let her ride I let the ho follow me first Hit da trap New 4.6 range rove that I drive Crazy sweat Move so many bricks they call it Taylor Hanson down at 6’s Quarter Brick, half a brick, whole brick, ay! Watch the paper wake up Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language: AY AY OK Follow tool dunk dog I got that stupid band The truck stop Trust me boy Stay down A sniper rifle like a solider in the desert And js askin for a wake up, Half a brick whole brick I keep that clean white for my hook and coke sniffers Cause I got that stupid whip (AY). Before I sold a record He wanna brick, I told em meet me by the chapter Stay down Watch the paper wake up Boomin out the house And js askin for a wake up. Half a brick whole brick Hoes calling me bird, hoes calling me bird Rookies don’t like that fishscale because they lock quicker I'm boomin (AYYY) Coke drying to slow, call me the order scale mixer Try to kiss me in the club, Uh-uh, do it in the room 27 hard and a whole brick of yay A couple pounds of purple, couple pounds of Red J [Verse 2 – Rick Ross] Beezy!) I'm servin all da babies (OKAYYY) Quarter Brick, half a brick, whole brick, ay!
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