Like A Cowboy
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Had to make it all make sense, how to turn a nigga to a dime
Can't tell me shit about the block, seen it all in my life of crime
Say it's respect all 'til it come your way, so let's respect my mind
But if you can't be 'bout your wishes
Like I'm 'bout mine and slang that iron
Bitch, trap house like a bakery, we sell cookies and pies
Live a thug life like I'm Pac, young nigga straight off the Westside
I'm on edge at all times, these jiggas got me frog-eyed
I been bangin' on shit before you left, but lost it when papa died
'Raris, Rovers, ridin' the roads with my chauffeur
Flyin' the most, flew by and made my toes hurt
Poppin' dope, sir, I am never sober
Flyin' the Ghost, these murders makin' me soul-search
I get cold and crack my wrist like voodoo
I don't let shit get past me, I'm like Guru
Your lil' bitch so splashy, come here, get choo-choo'd
I keep two deuce on me like a cowboy
I know some bitches who with it, they straight
Out the trenches, they ready to step on a bitch
I know some niggas who spinnin', stand over you grinnin'
, On God, your whole family get hit (Straight up)
I came from strippin', finessin' and switchin' out
Benzes, my purse got a Perc' and a blick (No cap)
Boostin' and sellin' out stores, then go back
To the trenches, on Granny, we sellin' it
Shit on my knees in these brand new Bottegas
I stuff my purse with a Glock and blue paper (Green)
Ain't got no auntie, lil' bitch, just haters
Bitch, wait 'til I'm slidin' in that brand new Bentayga
Jumped out the jet, then go jump in the Cutlass
My brother behind in that new Range Rover (Skrrt)
I need my friend, and if you tryna kick it
I need least a fifty to come do a show
I pull up with niggas, I don't care who block (Yeah)
Hellcat all black, just me and 2Wop (Hey)
In the trap with three ARs and 'bout two Glocks (Yeah)
Got a microwave in that bitch and two glass pots (Ah)
In the trap with lil' Yak, got the MAC in the back
On the field with a bat, your fuckboy ass get smacked
Brodie gettin' off the pack, this a 'Cat, not a Scat
I'm a milli' a track, can't appeal with no rap
Make sure the stove hot (Ah), make sure the dope locked (Ah)
You don't want it cooked up, I'll give it to you raw (Ah)
At Boobie's, bitches naked, tryna take they clothes off
Ridin' roofless coupes in, no dawg, I done took the doors off
Gettin' real figures, rich niggas, bad bitches, that's my disposal
Fuck with real hitters, niggas splitters
End up missin' by the time I doze off
Spendin' cool tickets, two-fifty sittin'
With me right here in my Goyard
Send my young niggas on a mission, how they
Did it? You wouldn't think they'd hustle, dawg
'Raris, Rovers, ridin' the roads with my chauffeur
Flyin' the most, flew by and made my toes hurt
Poppin' dope, sir, I am never sober
Flyin' the Ghost, these murders makin' me soul-search
I get cold and crack my wrist like voodoo
I don't let shit get past me, I'm like Guru
Your lil' bitch so splashy, come here, get choo-choo'd
I keep two deuce on me like a cowboy
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