Guestlist

Uh yeah uh yeah Uh yeah boys uh yo Six names on my guest list Six songs on my set list Two frats on the backseat Diggin' for the gold in my mawler's gatsy Gimme the M's on my athlete Still runnin' to their M's like trap Uh, still running for the M's, like Used to build but now we don't build Used to chill but now we don't chill Sick of these niggas bitch i'm ill giving the hardest swallow to kill Nigga i'm real is this gucci belt You don't even know how the gucci felt Back to being a pretty back to being legit Spit on my hand hand on my hip Grinding my gears give me the chip I'm in the whip i'm in a rag i'm in the passenger side Running your mouth i'm trying to glide hair Six names on my guest list Six songs on my set list Two frats on the backseat Diggin' for the gold in my mawler's gatsy Gimme the M's on my athlete Still runnin' to their M's like trap Uh, still running for the M's, like Yo! Been riding 16s in my head since about 16 Now I'm holding it down for the team Back slapping to chat about me Hand on my head, been holding it down for the scene I need more puns, I ain't talking about Kojo See Vex, she really in Tokyo Blind and the haters, they're really some bozos Still hungry, I'm touching my torso First to the fight, these niggas some no-shows Why the fuck do you think that I'm spicing on beats? For my family, Lee Leveling up and I'm bringing the peas Cause they counting on me I know it's my time, waiting patiently See, I have to believe Yeah, I have to believe Yeah, I have to believe They put money on me I put money on his Take your deli to bed I don't trust in a fed I don't trust in a pig They know me and I'm making it big Making it big so you don't understand it, no cap in this shit See, I'm really the man I put back in my slip Always stick to the plan He ain't jacking the shit, but he really a fan I'll be your boy and I'm gonna put a kill on my receiver with the iglis Peel like the bass in my pocket, I'm taking a piss Taking a ritual, whatever it is It is what it is, baby, give me a kiss Man, stop and search Feds on the frisk I'm spinning this shit till I'm breaking the disc Freezing my pain with the ice on my wrist Six names on my guest list Six songs on my set list Two frats on the backseat Diggin' for the gold in my mawler's gatsy Gimme the M's on my athlete Still runnin' to their M's like trap Uh, still running for the M's, like It's a little runnin' through the ends of that It's a little runnin' through the, uh It's a little runnin' through the ends like