Lyrics to Tha Last 1 Dec2
I don't play with nigga, quick decision when I need a killing
Free lil' Zoski, I wrote this on your birthday from the feds, he with me
Ask me how I'm feeling, I'm on permission, but I'm getting fed up with it
We know me from sparing a nigga, I'm not ridin' tinted, stickin' a pistol
Bitch, renewing my rental, I'm Godfather of the trenches
To get up with me, you need permission, but don't get slimed out trying to get it
I put nine shots in a killer, was from his blind spot when I hit him
Right across from Wyandotte in the south, mouth lookin' silly, jaw locked, twisted
Hope it ain't too late for forgiveness, if it is, fuck it, I can live with it
Know if I did it, I can deal with it, know shit old, I can still feel it
Scars steady itchin', re-ing up with Richard, Days Inn, Motel 6's
He trail me from Indy, escort bricks of Fendi presidentially
My scale be my witness, Pyrex non-stick pot, water-resistant
I'm whippin' a Bentley, I don't want nobody in here with me
When I'm gettin' down
Gave lil' bro fifteen, he was twenty, wish he went to trial
That's still around, whole thangs of pow-wow cost you sixteen thou'
I'm through yo' city, them hoes get pretty, they know them niggas out, uh
She said she never seen six figures, I whipped my wrist around
Whip that chicken out
Whip them Benjis out, uh
This how them millions sound
This how that chicken sound
This how that money sound
This how that money sound
Bag my cash up, a boss, a nigga better watch the way he talk
I get him smashed up
V12, the fast one, motor inside the back of it
Project bitch, know if she drive these bricks for me, I'm gettin' her ass done
Any whip I posted, I ain't sold it, but I crash some
Labels want they artists to be like Geeski, but I'm the last one
Come through, pay the cash bond, make sure niggas have somethin'
Go get the yolies, have 'em fully loaded, ain't gotta ask me, know I'm goin'
They done put the water on it, that's why the feeling ain't as strong
But why I came back with that yola? Made the real niggas proud
Have lil' brodie get his motion, he wanna see a nigga smile
Show him how to focus, don't have unfamiliars around
When I'm gettin' down
Gave lil' bro fifteen, he was twenty, wish he went to trial
That's still around, whole thangs of pow-wow cost you sixteen thou'
I'm through yo' city, them hoes get pretty, they know them niggas out, uh
She said she never seen six figures, I whipped my wrist around
Whip that chicken out
Whip them Benjis out, uh
This how them millions sound
This how that chicken sound
Free lil' Zoski, I wrote this on your birthday from the feds, he with me
Ask me how I'm feeling, I'm on permission, but I'm getting fed up with it
We know me from sparing a nigga, I'm not ridin' tinted, stickin' a pistol
Bitch, renewing my rental, I'm Godfather of the trenches
To get up with me, you need permission, but don't get slimed out trying to get it
I put nine shots in a killer, was from his blind spot when I hit him
Right across from Wyandotte in the south, mouth lookin' silly, jaw locked, twisted
Hope it ain't too late for forgiveness, if it is, fuck it, I can live with it
Know if I did it, I can deal with it, know shit old, I can still feel it
Scars steady itchin', re-ing up with Richard, Days Inn, Motel 6's
He trail me from Indy, escort bricks of Fendi presidentially
My scale be my witness, Pyrex non-stick pot, water-resistant
I'm whippin' a Bentley, I don't want nobody in here with me
When I'm gettin' down
Gave lil' bro fifteen, he was twenty, wish he went to trial
That's still around, whole thangs of pow-wow cost you sixteen thou'
I'm through yo' city, them hoes get pretty, they know them niggas out, uh
She said she never seen six figures, I whipped my wrist around
Whip that chicken out
Whip them Benjis out, uh
This how them millions sound
This how that chicken sound
This how that money sound
This how that money sound
Bag my cash up, a boss, a nigga better watch the way he talk
I get him smashed up
V12, the fast one, motor inside the back of it
Project bitch, know if she drive these bricks for me, I'm gettin' her ass done
Any whip I posted, I ain't sold it, but I crash some
Labels want they artists to be like Geeski, but I'm the last one
Come through, pay the cash bond, make sure niggas have somethin'
Go get the yolies, have 'em fully loaded, ain't gotta ask me, know I'm goin'
They done put the water on it, that's why the feeling ain't as strong
But why I came back with that yola? Made the real niggas proud
Have lil' brodie get his motion, he wanna see a nigga smile
Show him how to focus, don't have unfamiliars around
When I'm gettin' down
Gave lil' bro fifteen, he was twenty, wish he went to trial
That's still around, whole thangs of pow-wow cost you sixteen thou'
I'm through yo' city, them hoes get pretty, they know them niggas out, uh
She said she never seen six figures, I whipped my wrist around
Whip that chicken out
Whip them Benjis out, uh
This how them millions sound
This how that chicken sound
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