Lyrics

Lil' **** big body for real
Lil' **** big body for real
G-L-E when I whip the Benz, Helicopter, I'm flyer than all your friends
Do it proper, she sing on my dick it's a opera
I done came out the trenches with options
Top ten not ten not stoppin
Boxed in so I came out swingin
Pre-gaming I came out leanin
Went in and he came out singin
**** ain't that gangsta for real
Got a real down wife like Tony, Will she love me or leave me lonely
I'm duckin' the fraud and phony, As a real one you know how It feel
Who in the fuck did it better than me? Shit I'm dyin' to see
I done got with my brothers we builtin' a dynasty
I knew you was freaky ain't know you was that nasty
I just be doin' my thug & these **** be mad at me
Runnin' a three-man weave, fuck your team, When we win it get like Sacramento I'm lightin' a beam
I feel like the RZA my **** it's all about the cream
For anybody thinkin' they better than we I'm dyin' to see
I ain't gon' waste no lines, this shit like perfect timing
I feel like, I feel like Bron in prime 03
If ain't about paper who asking for me
The way I been gettin' off pass to me
You might wanna address me casually, ay
I'm with my brothers and it's for my brothers, Hit after hit this shit heat like the oven
I left the mark but I'm needin' her cousin The reason I do it my brothers because it
Fuck your team ****, this shit here a three-man weave
All-stars ****, everybody goated you can see it
Runnin' a three-man weave fuck your team When We win it get like Sacramento I'm lightin' a beam
This shit like the WU it's all about the cream
For anyone thinkin' they better than we I'm dyin' to see it
Ball don't lie but we ain't have NIL, so triple my signing fee
I pop out, by time I post on the gram I done been who they tryna be
Three-man weave, three-man team & we got it like Bama in 17
Seven dreams, Told you before when we living no limit like Master P
Mastered peace, I dun went Mo' Private, keep a few bad women in my diet
Keep the weed loud but the phone on silent
How I'm doin' I'm good I'm vibin
Wanna win it all gotta put your life in
You ain't in the gym that's damn near triflin
Probably why all this so exciting, So I don't need your advice nahhh
Runnin' a three-man weave, fuck your team
When we win it get like Sacramento, I'm lightin' a beam
This shit like the WU, it's all about the cream
Written by: Anthony Martin
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