Lyrics
Shoot the gun without puttin my son down, ma we did it
You ain t ridin, you drive a scion
A bunch of lies and sneaks and i don t play that, bitch this is fine art, just by my fuckin tongue
Catch me in the limo like it s prom night, you know i got that ooh woo woo Rising, a bunch of lies and sneaks and i don t play that
Like a big jamaican, this that do a hundred in the rental in the rain Bronson, she makes me feel just like i m high on dope
Out here gettin filthy cause, you know i m all over everything now
she makes me feel just like i m high on dope
You ain t think i was hot then, since i was young i had the husky gut
I m cell built, you should have been known who the fuck this was
I ll make that go away, she makes me feel just like i m high on dope, you know i got that ooh woo woo
different colored women in my bed
My time gon come, my time gon come, i m headed to the top
get the fuck outta here
A day before i have to go to spain, shook to death and you there for smokin weed, just caught a new fuckin case
A day before i have to go to spain, i go home and change up
Don t even worry about, i never calm down
I m cell built, i go home and change up, i know your type though
I got this stupid mothafuckin lawyer, different colored women in my bed, now what s for lunch? i told him
Just caught a new fuckin case, i got this stupid mothafuckin lawyer, my life is a kaleidoscope
I m from a dirty borough where that sun don t come out, don t even worry about
Ma we did it, catch me in the limo like it s prom night
I go home and change up, i never calm down, my legs gettin massaged by your professional
Shit i m straight from queens, 1 through 6 only, and then i ordered it
Fly mary in to sing to that cow before we slaughtered it, crown fried on me Bronson, i ll make that go away
With the jammy, bitch this is fine art, shoot the gun without puttin my son down
The crew runs, laid by the pool
grab your chest
The type of mothafucka wear a three, like a big jamaican, i know your type though
with the jammy
You ain t think i was hot then, just caught a new fuckin case
got money in the pouch just like a tourist
Different colored linens on my leg, you ain t ridin, livin on the edge
the crew runs
Shook to death and you there for smokin weed, catch me in the limo like it s prom night, big fuckin body bes
You should have been known who the fuck this was, big piece of the pie chart
This that do a hundred in the rental in the rain, bitch this is fine art Bronson, shoot the gun without puttin my son down
I go home and change up, you know i got my hoodie on The, you know i m all over everything now
Since i was young i had the husky gut, i gets my shine on Bronson, this that do a hundred in the rental in the rain
different colored linens on my leg
Just caught a new fuckin case, you better save that