So used to them grey clouds I might fuck around, drop the top in the rain For the squad, we don't play around we'll lay 'em down, hit his top close range He just pretend, he not with the gang 'Member back then, that's an opp, what he banged Runnin' from jakes, block hot like I'm Wayne Spend a quarter mill' on the watch and the chain I'm just tryna put a lock on the game Hot shit from this Glock when it flames, yeah, yeah, yeah
Young nigga up now, remember back then niggas clowned on me Now from the Heaven gates only way a nigga lookin' down on me Keep at least two hundred thou' on me keep at least like thirty rounds on me With my niggas 'til the wheels fall off don't care if my ride on E Gucci slides, Versace robes, palm trees, exotic hoes Snitchin', he can't right his wrongs once he play that writing role Slime shit, we wipe his nose, feds watchin' might strike a pose Do a hit, take flight, we gone, we just take the dice and roll
So used to them grey clouds, I might fuck around drop the top in the rain For the squad, we don't play around, we'll lay 'em down hit his top close range He just pretend, he not with the gang 'Member back then, that's an opp, what he banged Runnin' from jakes, block hot like I'm Wayne Spend a quarter mill' on the watch and the chain I'm just tryna put a lock on the game Hot shit from this Glock when it flames, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Lil Wayne:] Soon as I touch down, them pussy feds be hot on me (Woo) Heard niggas got money out on my head tell 'em "Come crown the king" (Huh) Let the work out though for fourteen days that's quarantine (Damn) I poured my heart out before my lean, baby, no R&B (Yeah) Six-six deuce, my Piru, big suuwoo, slime my crew Slatt, slatt, slatt, a-achoo, wipe his nose, God bless you Blatt-blatt-blatt, I'm not through Bratt-tat-tat, duck-duck-goose Two big guns on me for the smoke It's uncle Snoop and Martha Stew' Call me Capalotty (Woo) , Big Slimalini (Yeah) Lil' Slime Gotti (Uh) That ain't the 'Ghini, lil' bitch that's a 'Gatti (Skrrt) Promethazine me, a P on the [?] I hid fettuccine from the federales I'm like Rick Pitino or John Calipari I'm leadin' my team, yeah, right to the finals That money talking and we talkin' private I'm not correspondin', hold on Gucci slides and Versace robes (Ooh) I slide a nigga, I slide a ho (Ooh) I bang on anybody gang And I ball with all my slimin' hoes On gang-gang, on Hollygrove No plain jane, I smoke Zario And when the rain came I put the top down Under the dark clouds, I'm shining gold
Used to the grey clouds, I might fuck around and drop the top in the rain (Yeah, yeah) For the squad, we don't play around we'll lay 'em down hit his top close range (Top close range) He just pretend, he not with the gang 'Member back then, that's an opp, what he banged Runnin' from jakes, block hot like I'm Wayne Spend a whole mill' on the watch and the chain I'm just tryna put a lock on the game Hot shit from this Glock when it flames, yeah
Polo G, Tunechi Lee (Yeah) Call me Capalotty
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