Young Seattle 4 Testo

Uhhh, Part 4, oh my god

Uh, Part 4
Huckleberry crack
Uh huh, I'm feelin' terrible everybody get back
I'm talkin' 24 hours, 48 hours, uhh
Just pulled out another, I should probably take a shower
I've been wearing the same damn shit for like 2 weeks
I've been givin' 'em sneek peaks
Lettin' 'em lose sleep HOO HEE, careless
Runnin' this town barefoot
Now, why does reality not scare 'em

Why these niggas hatin' on Skeez
Trying to take my shine, I'm like nigga please
Please put that motherfucker on the V
Keep the chopper on me
Me, I'm from the valley, I don't give a fuck
Walk in to the building nigga B, I throw my hood up
I come through with a couple of goons
So make room, we got nothin' to lose

I'm a west coast nigga, you can tell by the weed I smoke
I ain't fuckin' with niggas who got that okie doke
Don't be passin' my nigga without ashin'
I ain't askin, showing ropes to under classmen
Foe blastin', toe taggin' hoes naggin'
Need to really see , so when you see me you see captains
Sink ships with the flick of a wrist I'm breakin' a bitch, breakin' ankles I'm ballin baby
I'm Spalding

Come out the whip with that thing cocked
Chains on my neck the 8 ring god
I don't fuck official people who don't bring [?]
Treat yo' face like home base time to swing, nah
Bitch ass nigga trapanese, no Klignon
But I got the record in my spaceship like Xenon
And i'm out here on my own like a team, nah
Bitch i'm a D-boy like [?], yeah
Titties all over the place like I need bras
Throw my money up, like I'm skinny on the seesaw, see god

Pushin' rookie to the limit, overseein' my enemies
Similes curvin' perfect, my verbs
You ain't no kin to me pimp
Drunk up off the partial, tell me who I sound like
She just fuck with me, cause she know you a damn lie
Off the metro and the vocals
Don't know nobody that's flagrant
And keep the dong on the low low
I'm turning down what they offer
You might get taxed for the Showdo
I put some pack up for offer, and you put a rack on the holddo

Everybody wanna know whats happenin' with Key
I done stepped in that party with a cup of that lean
I be zonin' on my own, don't care bout a thing
I roll my fucking weed right in front the police
I don't fuck with many niggas that don't talk to me please
Only about cheese, fetty, fetty you all that I need
You can say just what you want long as you say it to me
And I still won't give a fuck cause I'm bout that money
Bitch

Let the lights come out, say goodnight and
Goodnight

Friends, Funk, Liquor
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