rate me

Be easy

Be easy

Or it'll be a long day

Hold on, let me light my blunt, man

This shit too easy

I'll do it in my sleep


It's a new game

Lame nigga forefit

I'm well ahead, throwin' bread

You just horse shit

Flow out of this world

I'm in orbit

More chips

So them hoes chase me like Norbit

I'm more sick

No antidote

High like mandigo

Flow crack & it's dope

Only talk money, homey

I don't understand the broke

Take something from me

Niggas come & bust yo canalope

I'm out here grindin'

Like a pair of old brakes

Hoe, ain't nothing changed

Na, I rep tha Burg all day

Walk it how I talk it so I talk it how I live it

And if you hear me flowin'

You should know it's not a gimmick

If the topic real shit

You should know they count me in it

Your girlfriend want me in her mouth

Like I'm her dentist

The icing on the cake

I'm like the glaze, all finished

Marijuana scented

Windows up, truck tinted

You better

Skinny nigga

And I'm tat, tat, tatted up

Run up on me

And get rat, tat, tatted up

That's a promise, not a threat

I'll back it up

Pockets gettin' like the old Star Jones,

Fat as fuck

Got my swagga up

Come at me the wrong way

Like what the song say

It'll be a long day

To pass me, you Cassie

Got a long way

And even seein' first

I'm comin' 'round that home plate

Come out to the Burg

You'll see that I got it poppin'

If you real, you fuck with me

Ya'll ain't got an option

See my chain?

They like "how did he get all them rocks in? "

Want me on your song?

I'm a need alot of guap then

Breeze home

And he said he going choppa shoppin'

So if you got a problem

So look to now to stop him

That Pistolvania shit,

I'm on it

And I don't run the Burgh, I own it

You better

(Go 'head & get ready to kill yourself, man)

I'm out her slangin'

Rollin' with these hustlas

Tryna get rid of all you hatas & you bustas

Blowin' my smoke, I get right to it

When they play this,

Everybody in this bitch get stupid

I mean, they just lose it

Wildin' like they pissed off

Find you wrong place or wrong time

You can get lost

Lotta niggas mad

But the hoes love it

Yea, the young'n super bad

You can call me McLovin

I'm gettin' in good

Makin' my spread

And na, I'm never stingy with a plate

I break bread

My niggas break heads

And we 25 deep

I see you tryin' hard, nigga

But you not me

I'm fuckin' young star

There's no question, I be

Hit hard & then I dance on them like I'm Ali

I'm a certified "G"

So don't think that I'm just rappin' to you, homey

You don't really want something happen to you

You better

Thanks to Camryn for these lyrics

Thanks to asdf for correcting these lyrics

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