Eyeyeyey
What
Yo
(Eh)
Yo
(What?)
Yo
(Eh)
Yo
Whatcha wanna do when I walk in the place
Got the bouncers all paid off
Blunt in my face like
Woah, woah, woah
(Woah)
Grade in my lungs
Got me wavy as I say hello
Oh, oh
(Oh)
Got the bouncers on my payroll
People throwing weed in my path as I roll through
No red carpet
I glide like a kite though
(Glide like a kite though)
I got the Demons on my side
I ain't gonna lie
(Nah)
Bloody air force one's like someone died
(Yeah)
Triple 6 to the grave
Third eye lit up
I can see the end
But I know it's gonna start again
Eh, eh
Mix some henny with the cola
I ain't talkin bout a mixer
Waitin in the queue
Like I'm waiting for a funeral
All black attire
Attire, attire
Whatcha wanna do when I walk in the place
No face no case
Keep it covered with a cloud of haze
(Haze, haze)
Everybody in the place like woah, you know that's grade
(Grade, grade)
I got a bottle of henny in the boot
With a bally and some all-black gloves
And some rope
Don't choke, when cops drive by
Give a wave
Then I scoot that whip round the corner like I'm try'na do a dance with death
No fuss, I ain't try'na make a mess
No stress, make a man disappear like my hearts in my chest though
(Like my hearts in my chest though)
I got the Demons on my side
I ain't gonna lie
(Nah)
Bloody air force 1s like someone died
(Yea)
Triple 6 to the grave
Third eye lit up
I can see the end
But I know it's gonna start again
Oh, oh
Mix some henny with the cola
I ain't talkin bout a mixer
Waitin in the queue
Like I'm waiting for a funeral
All black attire
Attire, attire
Oni
Ugh, I just walked in
Dead men don't do talking
Wet from the shots I locked in
Like the beat these bodies droppin
I, I got the bullets
Like machines with the cord
Gotta pull it
Growin up turned me into a bully
None of this matters so I deserve fully everything I couldn't afford growing up
Give my kids a better life
A little luck is all I need
And some speed
Cause this shit be slow as fuck
Run it on up
Up, up to the moon
Like I am stonks
I am always so loony
Profile pictures always cartoony
You always fishy like you are mooney
I like my days like my women - Gloomy
I like the world like my vision - Doomy
Drinking their blood like a family tradition
Eating your soul just to follow religion
Rip it out, beating, all opposition
Thought you could handle, assume the position
What's with the crying, thought you conditioned
All that you want, by definition
Urgh, I'm everything that you want bitch
All black attire, so fuck rich
Even when you're right, you're wrong bitch
Blurgh
I got the Demons on my side, I ain't gonna lie
(Nah)
Bloody air force 1s like someone died
(Yeah)
Triple 6 to the grave, third eye lit up
I can see the end
But I know it's gonna start again
Oh, oh
Mix some henny with the cola
I ain't talkin bout a mixer
Waitin in the queue
Like I'm like I'm for a funeral
All black attire
(Attire, attire)
Yeah
All black attire, all black attire
All black attire, all black attire