Lyrics

Marco Chillin wit a Draco Andre counting up the pasos 85 flow Ochocinco Nino brown money like I'm neko Pockets on swole peter griffin Fuck with my fam you get lifted Speaking the truth like the simpsons Spark like a Glock Scottie pippen Why y'all niggas want a feature Speaking that jeepers creepers You don't shop Gucci season You can't even afford them yeezys She sweater than Reece's pieces And I'm blessed like a Jesus piece Love when her mind to conceited Shit so good that i gotta repeat it They don't want war Tupac Shakur I Hit Em Up' Buss in the door Spray don't ask questions And the blood hit the floor Why that lil kid and to run out the Door Don't need no witness don't need no Report Before shit got hectic i woke from a Dream Clutchin a glock but that lil kid was Me Reach for a drink shit I'm killing my Dreams Don't chase what's not meant to be Caught I'm headed up straight to the top She so kill bill with the top Stunting my flex it won't stop I don't make plays with a op Use to make plays with my ex She left me it's on to the next Diamonds dance all on my chest I stuck my fork in a steak Then cut up my work like fila Keep me insured triple A Keep it 100 don't flake Already done been out of state Out of mind out of patience to wait Out of time out of place for the wake My Grass always cut for the snakes Why y'all niggas want a feature Speaking that jeepers creepers You don't shop Gucci season You can't even afford them yeezys She sweater than Reece's pieces And I'm blessed like a Jesus piece Love when her mind to conceited Shit so good that i gotta repeat it
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