West Fort Cypher ft. Pico, Rard & Amansa Ro Lyrics

Mmhmm

My god, damn

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Run it back for them bums in the back

Who fussing about guns and them gats

Who couldn't keep a stick like a thumb with no tack

And I come with no slack in my knapsack

Just a map and a mask that I keep on me

Dualshock can't control me when I'm vibing like a lava lamp

I come from skyward lands with higher plans than the one you on

And tell your bitch that's yanking on my dick i yanked her bundle off

She did a somersault and landed on my buckle dog

Niggas get to stepping, Suli disinfecting every lil bacteria

99.9 Percent a threat to all in my area

Your girl blow me cause you below me I hope you understand

The second coming's grand and her holy water fit a hundred dams

Damn son

Young, smart, black, and he handsome

Never was robbing but he gon pop you like Robert's grandson

Once the money come in I'm a Wuncler

I'm so cunning but I keep some people round me that'll clutch me

When I'm stumbling

But still around to check like 'what the fuck?'

When I start fumbling and keep my stomach rumbling for more

And I still be on they necks

These bitches claim they giving more top than four score, stop

That shit ain't real, Divorce Court cops

Suli

Yeah, yeah, yeah

(Damn, God damn)

Huh

Yeah, okay

She gon fuck with me because she do, yeah

She a freak

Give a fuck bout what she think I do it every week

Baby come test me out, come test me out

Yeah, Come test me out

I know what I'm bout

And I'm in my pockets, bitch I walk it out

Talking what you talk can't give a fuck it out

Talking shit, well we can duke it out

Talking shit, yeah we can duke it out

Talking shit and we can

Shut the fuck up if you talk to me

Give a fuck bout what you think I do this every week

Uh, I'm spazzing out I think I need to chill

I came back I'm feeling really fucking chill

I'm feeling back I'm feeling really fucking chill

She like me, she think I'm the real deal

Green-haired nigga, fuck it, how you feel

Fucking from her back I take her track out

Give a fuck bout what you think I never maxed out

Bar for bar, baby girl I'm tryna act out

Right now, right now, blow her back out, Yeah huh, Yeah

Talking shit, well we can duke it out

Talking shit, well we can duke it out, oh my god

Wish a nigga run his mouth

It's all love I don't want no smoke my bad

Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye

Hellcat racing, know I'm cutting

Lil baby know we fucking

Water on my neck, you know I'm flooded

I don't give a fuck bout nothing

My best dance happen at the bank

I don't give a fuck what you think

I stay sip good with that drink

Can't call I'm drawing a blank

Word up, Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Word up, Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Word up, balling like I'm Chris Paul

Dribble down the court, you can tell that I'm pissed off

You can see imma lift off, ball in the air, yeah it's finna get picked off

Sike, fly as hell no kite

It's me and baby all night

She don't even know what's right

I don't give a fuck, let's fight

Bitch nigga, swear it's on sight, okay

Another day, another dollar we really activated

Just tryna make it to tomorrow, but I been lacking patience

So now it's back to basics

Yeah, I been stacking baby

They say money ain't everything but everything been hella costly lately

What it cost me? The closest people to me cross me

Funny how they claim to love but dissipate without the money

I can't keep these bitches off me, I think they smell the money

Benjis and Franks, got racks in the bank