179 Deli
Bas, AJ Tracey
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(Stay with me, for the ride) (Stay with me, for the ride) You niggas slip and slide, better pick a side Bentley GT, see me with your bitch inside I'm a petty nigga, I got vicious pride Rollie meteorite, we on different time I roll with gorillas, nigga, still I get the lionshare My hustle keep multiplying my career I've never been one for crying tears That'd be absurd I don't know how to cry, I'm Amber Heard I'm always kinda high, you haven't heard? Please, do not bother mine 'Cause these brothers mine Not the kinda guys to have a word You are the kinda guy that's on a shirt, damn Rip, you are the kinda girl to make it work Baby, you're all I need Give me a night, you just need me in your life Water, tequila and Pedialyte, Tiffany diamonds, Ebony, ivory Baby girl, that's what I see in your life Right, you must be high as a James Webb Please, do not speak my name up on the low 'Cause Bassy heard all of them things said "He cool but he outside too much and everything" I'm not on the scene, I am the scene I can't poli with no thottie love You the brokest bitch I ever seen, next I'm on these on f*ck niggas heads, too All you dick-sucking clique-jumping niggas in my ear Tryna spit something I ain't tryna hear, bitch Y'all in the red too, off with his head too Don't run, nigga, arm and a leg too Squad-type mental (stay with me for the ride) Judgmental Yeah Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy 179 Deli, 179 Deli Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy 179 Deli, 179 Deli Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy 179 Deli, 179 Deli Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy 179 Deli, 179 Deli (Stay with me, for the ride) Yo Brother step aside, better pick a side I been deep in life when I'm in the ride Feeling healthy, man, I'm fully live So it's funny how my doors are suicide I mean, ayy, f*ck your party, can't relate Better never than late Grew up on the darkest days Still I gotta spread lies, stay great Bas, my nigga, can we turn it up? Who these baddies in here tryna f*ck Punch the numbers, tryna hurt the clock Not a farmer, but I push a dirty Truck Catch me in the back, lean With the baddest lil' vibe and What she wearing obscene I'm just tryna see her on me Play the game like on re Larry Bird, I'm on green London, city, I've been in this shit And I've been kicking hits 'til the speakers rip All my denims Japanese Motherfucking blue, bitches in my jeans Putting nigga, they're deceased I ain't got move, I ain't got Sneeze Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy 179 Deli, 179 Deli Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy 179 Deli, 179 Deli Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy 179 Deli, 179 Deli Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy 179 Deli, 179 Deli
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Written by: Abbas Hamad, Che Wolton Grant, Gage Brown, Jamil Pierre, Josh, Lydia Kitto
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