Live In STL

Lyrics

[Intro] Damn, Max, this one's too hard (Whew, hm) Hold up, Crystal, let me talk this shit real quick You know them people listening (Sike) Aight, I want them sitting down Yeah, yeah [Verse] Move around this bitch look like I know something (Huh) He keep movin' in secret, I'm gon' blow something (For real), yeah Wipe that nigga nose he think it's— alright, come on (Achoo) I mean, give that boy a towel I think his nose running (Ugh, woo) Yeah, bitch, I got a attitude My bitches say I'm kinda rude, be flexin', got all kind of juice He can get that Wockhardt or that kiki, got all kinda juice (Skrrt) Nigga just be lookin' at that blicky, he ain't tryna shoot Walk еm' down, we gon' chalk him down, Draco hawk him down I'm from the Mile, bitch, I rеp that 6, but be all around Shoot that bitch and I don't need no help, or don't call around I get sneaky with it, if he p— knock his daughter down, I'm sorry Yeah, I want my trap back AR with the scope, it's big as hell, I call it fatback Call my doctor up, he called his— "Yeah, we need Act' back" Fuck the music, I don't care about fame, I let the racks stack Freaky bitch, met her in the Louis, yeah she a nat-nat You just make a statement, you hit the stand, you a rat-rat Told the opps I'm smokin' on they mans, this a pack-pack Karo-ed 'em then I rapped about it, he a jack-jack Yeah, bitch, this chain a hunnid pack MAC-11 with that thirty on it, he do the jumping jacks Sold a brick, took a basket out it, gave a onion back I found my plug and told him work ain't come, I need my money back Hold on (Man, Drank God), fuck it, I'ma keep going Diamond chain and it got them pointers, this bitch keep snowin' In Detroit, it get hot as hell, but it keep snowin' Hit him with that sh— that blow dryer, I just keep blowin' (Pop, pop, pop), for real [Outro] That's it, I really quit right there (Baow, baow, baow, baow) Give me an adlib (Drank God, Rich Off Pints, bitch) We really rich off pints, nigga Mm, alright I quit, cut it