3-6 hours
I don’t need flowers
I need me a growhouse
New gun, 20 clip
Ole gunsoker
Yeah
Fuck going through the ghetto in a hearse
I rather go through Knightsbridge in a Urus
The love that I’ve been giving ain’t got sent back in return
They say that life’s a gift
So why I fell like I’ve been cursed?
Playing kribys on the curb
I told my young G, “Focus and you better watch and learn
I promise if you focus you gon link me in the burbs
Promise”
I promise when they’re rapping it’s all fictitious
I made a promise to the block and bro I’m six figures
I mess all of his top with all dem incisions
And we ain’t cutting through the block unless we in dingers
My boys in Cali sticking weed all in warehouses
I’m being smart with my money, I need spare houses
You’d think I do more rapping
I do bare counting
I used to do bare bagging up in fiends houses
I see Tony on the dirty on the chair gouging
When I used to have the jacket with the tear down it
You the type to have a one pop with the spare round in
I had the 38 in nannies, not no shared housing
Fuck going through the ghetto in a hearse
When all my life I’ve been considered as the worst
I’m in Knightsbridge, 4 shanks in a Merc
‘Cause uptown they’ll still put you in the dirt
Fuck going through the ghetto in a hearse
I rather go through Knightsbridge in a Urus
The love that I’ve been giving ain’t got sent back in return
They say that life’s a gift
So why I fell like I’ve been cursed?
Playing kribys on the curb
I told my young G, “Focus and you better watch and learn
I promise if you focus you gon’ link me in the burbs
Promise”
I am not a trapper
This a disclaimer
This is entertainment
I’m an entertainer
I’m a Scorpio baby
I can’t see you later
We can only fuck once
More time I just face fuck
Melody, Penelope
Kayah, Angeline
These ain’t even hoes
They my growers and they Cantonese
Flexing on these broke boys
Bringing a racks out
On the sofa, in the kitchen
Blow her back out
Took the time out for a while now
But I’m back now
Took some time out for a while, yeah
But I’m back now
Can’t get rid of this phone here
I got cash cows
I got bricks for sale
Bring the sun out
And if you fuck around, you’re gonna find out
Fuck going through the ghetto in a hearse
I rather go through Knightsbridge in a Urus
The love that I’ve been giving ain’t got sent back in return
They say that life’s a gift
So why I fell like I’ve been cursed?
Playing kribys on the curb
I told my young G, “Focus and you better watch and learn
I promise if you focus you gon link me in the burbs
Promise”
