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Alejandro Giron
Alejandro Giron
Songwriter
Brandon Payne
Brandon Payne
Songwriter
William Tenorio
William Tenorio
Songwriter
Darell Robinson
Darell Robinson
Songwriter

Lyrics

It's simple Up close and personal like a pimple Seen a nigga get too happy get a bullet fill his dimple Smooth the wrinkles Because you gotta plug the holes up where you can Stashes in the van pull up to gunhill to hire hands I'll be the last to tell But be the first to know Niggas so emotional They mad as if you hurt them so And I don't care if none of these street cats is gonna fuck with me I pull a bitch by pulling up And now I'm tight she stuck with me Tag your it Tag heur wrist Hungry niggas With the shits You ain't count your blessings early Now you desperate But it's clipped Bad bitch stay attached to the hip Like she the grip Catch me on the Jackie robinson Smacking on some Og piff Designer spliffs got a nigga coughin hard as shit Show me where the target is I'm on it quick Carhartt on my garments fresh twists I'm feeling flawless kid 111 we the parliament we like the mob and shit Taking all dineros navigating waters like a shark and shit Better yet the Orca apex when I'm stalking shit So beware, approach the territory better be clear Ain't shit but MVP's here I hope y'all niggas prepared DroTheWhale they know the steez here I'm outside no Pierre Fuck Rick y'all niggas never seen flair I'm takin residence inside a beasts lair Ti'l I transition to a beach chair I was down bad I had to repair Threw the wipers on so i can see clear I need a shorty that's petite and angelic a lot of melanin Kapital global jeans they stitched with the skeletons 50 bands on the daily incase I feel like spendin it Beamer coupes for the family shit boosting my adrenaline A million plus years old I been here in these artifacts A verteran better yet a dinosaur you can call me that Accelerating Yeah I got drive with some heart to match Feel like Bishop rocking the gummy fade With the part to match With the snubby in the boot That was for rider mans Giving knowledge on science on like Ms. Lafalez My old high school teacher Thick Coke bottle instructor My brain filled with information I ain't looking to suffer Only child but on my journey I was given some brothers God gave me some homies that keep racks in the duffle Was told to reach for the stars don't settle just for a couple So rather than get it and spend it I'm looking to double Now I'm back flipping shit like back in the days When I used to do backflips and shit Ease away from all of them doing whack nigga shit They all corny Make way for the magnificent Grown shit took me a minute to mature up Outside of rap and people I care about I don't talk much I love rap so if I see a mic then I'ma walk up to it All these quote on quote top tens I done caught up to them No 600 hundred Benz might catch me in the old 550 Or a Accord with the flip up lights dawg I'm still spiffy Its just in me The new penny Squeeze at your lemon no aid you'll pour simply Then she pull off in the Porsche with me She said from the blue she could tell I had the cheese I got the sauce with me My reply I'm just repping for the good guys I kick it different with a common shoe size Word to the truth I ain't never lie And I ain't make him yet so theres no better guy Compliment my shoes is the only tie Rock a baseline smoking when I ride pete Im from the ave where they reminisce over you All I see is L's but still remain smooth No I don't wait for them to catch it I just keep throwing dope at they head like the next pitch
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