CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Lion-Hearted
(Getta Beats)
(I wish I was Jenry)
(Damn, JakeSand)
All this ice hanging off my neck can start an avalanche (Whew, whew, ice)
All this ice hanging off my neck can start an avalanche
Sliding in designer head wraps, we the Taliban
Way before I had some bands, young dawg, I had a plan
Firebomb the whole block, sh*t get like Pakistan
Twisting 'round in that Urus thing, I might crash the Lamb' (Skrrt)
Huh, sh*t, so let me chill out (Whew)
I'm a baller, boy, you pay to sit up in the crowd
Hit after hit, sh*t, where the f**k my triple crown? (Where?)
Closet full of new season, it's somе drip around
Sick you still call yourself the plug and you can't flip a pound
I don't rock the Kеnzo no more, I'm still lion-hearted
I don't miss when I shoot, I don't know why you guarding
Pocket full of green dubs, b*t*h, I'm balling like the Spartans
Flying off the moonrock, me and gang high as Martians
Blue cheese and lettuce, got a salad in them Ksubi things
I bet all his friends die if ganger let the Uzi sing
Ghetto n***a, Glocky on my hip and let my jewelry hang
I just met the realest b*t*h, it's funny 'cause her booty ain't
I got big money, you got lil' pape'
Michigan heavy, you some lil' weight
Youngest n***a flexing, b*t*h, I'm Lil Tay
Mister Pop My Sh*t A Lot, it's f**k whoever feel a way
In the club mugging, ha-ha
It's funny they don't know I got my blick on me
Counting up a dub, thumbing, ha
I ain't use the money counter, it's for strips only
Looking like a porta-potty, all this sh*t on me
I be calling all my friends "Quan", I got rich homies
I don't trust 'em far as I can throw 'em, every b*t*h phony
Next year, I'm walking outta Hutch with a big trophy (Whew, okay)
Came from the bottom like a slave going to the North
Please don't let these gla**es fool you, I am not a dork
I still been balling since I left the court
Don't even try to f**k her if your money short
Stop bringing him around, he bringing up the past
This sh*t cost me some sh*t, I gotta leave the tag
You want a n***a with some money but ain't got a bag
F**ked her then hopped on the flight, I had to leave her sad
It's okay, boo
Touched down and hit a b*t*h, it's only day two
In here watching movies, she ain't got no cable
If you got something that they don't, they gon' hate you
I been the sh*t like Mr. Hankey
Do you want some smoke? I'll pull up with an eighthy
She told me, "If I let you f**k, don't get to acting crazy"
Turnt the tables on her, now I got her tryna have my baby
B*t*h
Sh*ttyBoyz sh*t
(I wish I was Jenry)
(Damn, JakeSand)
All this ice hanging off my neck can start an avalanche (Whew, whew, ice)
All this ice hanging off my neck can start an avalanche
Sliding in designer head wraps, we the Taliban
Way before I had some bands, young dawg, I had a plan
Firebomb the whole block, sh*t get like Pakistan
Twisting 'round in that Urus thing, I might crash the Lamb' (Skrrt)
Huh, sh*t, so let me chill out (Whew)
I'm a baller, boy, you pay to sit up in the crowd
Hit after hit, sh*t, where the f**k my triple crown? (Where?)
Closet full of new season, it's somе drip around
Sick you still call yourself the plug and you can't flip a pound
I don't rock the Kеnzo no more, I'm still lion-hearted
I don't miss when I shoot, I don't know why you guarding
Pocket full of green dubs, b*t*h, I'm balling like the Spartans
Flying off the moonrock, me and gang high as Martians
Blue cheese and lettuce, got a salad in them Ksubi things
I bet all his friends die if ganger let the Uzi sing
Ghetto n***a, Glocky on my hip and let my jewelry hang
I just met the realest b*t*h, it's funny 'cause her booty ain't
I got big money, you got lil' pape'
Michigan heavy, you some lil' weight
Youngest n***a flexing, b*t*h, I'm Lil Tay
Mister Pop My Sh*t A Lot, it's f**k whoever feel a way
In the club mugging, ha-ha
It's funny they don't know I got my blick on me
Counting up a dub, thumbing, ha
I ain't use the money counter, it's for strips only
Looking like a porta-potty, all this sh*t on me
I be calling all my friends "Quan", I got rich homies
I don't trust 'em far as I can throw 'em, every b*t*h phony
Next year, I'm walking outta Hutch with a big trophy (Whew, okay)
Came from the bottom like a slave going to the North
Please don't let these gla**es fool you, I am not a dork
I still been balling since I left the court
Don't even try to f**k her if your money short
Stop bringing him around, he bringing up the past
This sh*t cost me some sh*t, I gotta leave the tag
You want a n***a with some money but ain't got a bag
F**ked her then hopped on the flight, I had to leave her sad
It's okay, boo
Touched down and hit a b*t*h, it's only day two
In here watching movies, she ain't got no cable
If you got something that they don't, they gon' hate you
I been the sh*t like Mr. Hankey
Do you want some smoke? I'll pull up with an eighthy
She told me, "If I let you f**k, don't get to acting crazy"
Turnt the tables on her, now I got her tryna have my baby
B*t*h
Sh*ttyBoyz sh*t
