Lyrics

Stop touching the fucking door, man

You so fucking paranoid, man (straight up)

What's the matter wit' you, man?

It's like a nigga could write for hours

And get real theatrical with this

Understand?

Tellin' you kid

I got stripes when it comes to this right here

Y'all know my repertoire

It's dangerous, and the cats I roll with is dangerous

And they ain't your regular average cats

(Here we go)

Ayo, it's all elegance

He spoke third power style high intelligence

A young man handle the game like Merill Lynch

3 a.m. breathing, leaning in gates

I mean creaming

Selling these cakes in slabs like Land O'Lakes

Fiends beaming, steaming

Associated with names and demons

All apparant reasons

We live here, the gate blew in a year

Sorta like time share where crime sport it like I shine yeah

Rainbow dough was the M.O., so many flavours, yo

Buy your neighbour off, underwater vault

Then I met him, Colombian name, Flako

Had the whole block locked selling tons in Morocco

Wristwatch Vacheron Costantin, nigga dead up

Sniff the rawest mist mixed with 7up

Had a black wiz, spoke German

...

Lyrics powered by musixmatch. This Lyrics is NOT for Commercial use and only 30% of the lyrics are returned.