Troy Ave - June 5th Remix lyrics

[Chorus] [x2] Was bout to buy a Rari, bought a tour bus With that I get a Lambo wit' the doors up f** could n***as tell me I ain't working I see them n***as every time they hurtin Pa**ed a couple haters lookin stressed out You can't have your hand and your chest out What you tryin' to hold, huh, n***a, what You can hold these shots you can hold these nuts [Verse 1] I got mad missions to accomplish Runnin' through a b**h-n***a gauntlet I can never stop, give me what you got I ain't tryin' to hit like a b**h is on Some n***as throw shots, but it don't matter Cause when I throw shots bones shatter Break 'em down, break 'em down, break 'em I'm the real deal, n***as fakin' Moment of silence, I'm 'bout to k** n***as You're bitin' my style, I'm 'bout to bill n***as Swagger jackin' at an all-time high And I ain't really mad, I am that guy A fisher with the fish scale, you a tuna Little n***a I'm the big whale and the shooter Violate I sent you to hell, oh, well, your L Eleven thou in my pocket that I could throw in a fire And I won't feel it cause, real sh**, all my stacks gettin' higher On the top pointin higher, on a roll like a Kaiser Most these n***as' vagina, I'm lookin' 'round but don't find ya Like, damn with these n***as that be so tough My phone in my hand, nobody still ain't called my bluff I got it off grams, these other rappers not so much Not so much, the chuck is up, real n***a sh** [Chorus] [Verse 2] I just seen a lot of scary sh** to these vintage flame flames When I'm starting to get money starting People starting to get strange strange Got them six figures when i want in these mother f**er This is not a game game Glocks ease into you man quiet k** you man ten ey You don't see rap n***a you dont get it no more Let's do my style while my squad got more All my lyrics first hand they just write theirs short Just got the girl of your dreams and i gave her lap jaw I hope you never jealous keep your fake feet away Tired of all the damn prison letters in the mail We all in the game some advancing the faith sh** ain't balanced even where the digits scale The dope boy swaggin big and they doing it dirty Where a european kiss with an American jerk She wake up on my dick I'm like damn it's too early Not to mention when they like n***a you girly f** Chuck cause my feeling is good I'm cumming up and it feels good Been swagging plus real good I'm a self made mother f**er and I'm still hood Could have bought a whip but i bought a watch I could f** your b**h but i got the top I could beat you n******gs up but i had to drop it But I ain't in to the throwing punches I'll be throwing shots I be in all blue like a city cop No badge just cash and a semi Glock Free my n***a Lew Dollar and Pretty Oct Before the dance I was known to make my millie rock [Chorus]