LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeFukk a Interview
Yeah, we did itFreedom of speechRight on, right on, yeah, God blessYeah, power to the peopleYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahYeah, we did itBro can't go passed the doorWe out on bond on fed papers (Swear)Paid a M off to the judge, I'm steppin' in alligatorFuck a hater, fuck a traitorI'm ready to go on a caper (Fuck them niggas)Soon as I came up off them balesNiggas was callin' me SlaterCreepin' in, Lil Mexico, I was servin' dope out a hotboxPerformante hard topI'm cookin' white sock (What you gon' do?)Who havin' Oxycontin? Who got the whole trap hot? (Yеah)Candy-coated, Pluto GOATedBitch can't leavе me (Yeah, yeah)Fuck a skeezerI'm jumpin' on jet with a deezer (Jump on a jet)Rollin' up reefer, from the beeper, I'm achieverSo-so geeked up, I'm posted up with tweakersPluto was hustlin' in elementary, niggaBefore I was famous (Ski)Pluto PresidentialBlick on me just like a gangster (Yeah, yeah)Ho know I go in my bagAin't got nothin' but cash in (Ain't got cash)Rocky, rocky, rocky, I can buy a body (Buy a body)ASAP, nigga, ain't with none of the bap, nigga (ASAP)Drug money with the older PlutoIt smell like coke now (Woo)Lil' bitty, local jokerI can fuck your ho now (Fuck your ho)Got that blade on me, that's a cutterI'm ready to cut a nigga (Cutter)Layin' in the grass like a snakeI'm ready to slime a nigga (Slime)Straight out that murder zoneI'm king and shit, on that demon shit (Niggas dying)I can't say no names no more, my dog got ten or more (Oh)Cartel pullin' up on me, I'm not the average Joe (Woah)I was born in Zone 6, nigga, I tote my own stick (Yee)Coolin' off in Eliantte, I got heat, nigga (Cold)Hundred chains onI'm the first nigga put my hood on (Hood on)Speak my name wrongBlew a M throwing a ring on (What else?)Foreign, it's change on meChina white, Hong Kong (What else?)Wah, talkin' Chinese, wah-wah (What you doin'?)Wah, talkin' Chinese, yah-yah (Yah-yah-yah)Lil' one flippin', Jackie Chan (Yah-yah)Gang land, we don't respect the gang tat' (Lil Mexico)Junkies line up at the door like fast food (East Atlanta)Can't sugarcoat this shit, fuck a interviewWhat you doin'?Can't sugarcoat this shit, fuck a interview
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