The clock 4/5/6

歌詞

(feat. Killa Tay) I'm on a mission for money, dreams n' Bentleys n' Ferrarris Influenced by the biggest ballas now bitches wanna call us Picture me with all the cheese mansion lookin overseas Pushin limosuines n' stackin hunits n' g'z Dubbz on my sports car six car garage Its like a mirage when you step off my back yard Rollies whinnin diamonds shinnin I'm gettin mine Them models you see on TV fuckin em' all the time Zippin on $200 bottles of champainge Till I'm dead in the game wont a damn thang change I'm a boss bitch thats why I floss bitch And we leave from the club you gettin tossed bitch Besta believe I'm a thug keep it crackin n' stackin my mill Taller than (??) (??) n' roll like a back down Fuck goin' back to jail Bitch I'm back to the hotel in my V12 wit mo' kill [Chorus] Yall dont wanna see me in my 4.6 Twenty inch rims with the all chrome kit Ballin like king tut two rollies Mac like goldies somebody better hold me Yall dont wanna see me in my 4.6 Twenty inch rims with the all chrome kit Ballin like king tut nigga what Two rollies somebody better hold me You see me sliddin up not givin a fuck we done been up Throwin up the mob down the block so bring it up I be flossin in my Mercedes wit yo lady Got her tossin zippin on Baileys we do it daily It aint NOOOO bitch livin up on this earth that can play me It aint NOOOO snitch livin up on this earth that can hate me I be sideways shakin dick up on the highway Havin it my way I think it was a Friday better yet a Thursday Thinkin about the first day my CLK went to hit the bay It was a true figga young mob figga make mans skrilla Gettin close up on the trigga Yall dont wanna see me in my 4.6 seee TVs in the back seat Now police wanna catch me Cuz I'm livin large $80,000 cars A young ghetto star no matter who you are [Chorus] I put dubbz on my Benz got my 64 lifted Swimmin in money because I'm gifted Livin the life of a rap star Bentleys n' double R's Ride luxury cars flossin wit allstars Catch me overseas counting g'z and they hate it Mad cuz a thug nigga done made it Wanna see me down and out bank account on rip You players haters you can suck a fat dick I put the gat to yo lip breath smellin like shit no breathin To the wizard of oz hard courage is what you needin Beat up n' get up out it before I draw down Wit a 44 caliber desert eagle got shit locked down Like a dog pound and we all down For that dubb C L mafia loc Aint no stoppin us loc Not unless you poppin us loc I'm a floss across town like the president Flip a yay and dont touch no evidence Baller Style! [Chorus] [Killa Tay] I'm a cap pilla you fuckin wit some real killas Ride through my 9 milla on cock like a dike bitch I'm bellin it tight bitch My profile aint rightous I'm a thug lord I got whatever you need like a drug store Hard core killin off all enimies Them dollies crackin speed knum you on my g'z I be ballin like Rasheed Wallace but fuck college All a nigga need is my heat and some of this street knowledge Get some dollas straight thuged out Put up in yo chest n' still holla all in my mouth tryin to get popped out But I burn rubber on hood rats we ridin high speed Cuz I like to drop E off Remy and weed I'm through the town like the HIV Regulatin strikin dirty wit a fake ID Instead of hatin I be chassin this paper hard status Its in my nature still copin kids never potin licks wit no fakies [Chorus