"Rezerekshon" lyrics
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck
Rockstar lifestyle, I might not make it
Rockstar lifestyle, I might not make it
All these different bitches wanna give me facial
I with lil' Luck and lil' Dowin in LA
Where the fuck you goin'? I put the Glock onto your face
Hunnid-round drum, hunnid shots for some bait
At the hideout, I got my partner at the place
Test for a pint, what the fuck you tryna pay?
This bitch is busted and too fuckin' destructed
Pistol on a opp, lift the stick up, get some muscles
Don't fuckin' care, I take your ho like Usher
[?] with my sticks from Russia
Caught up in the whip, hit the sides, scan the gutter
Drop the pack off at the hideout, I can ride with it
These pussy niggas walk 'round [?]
Runnin' to the opps, they freeze up like some ashy fingers
Hold onto my Glock, when I run, I can't drop this bitch
I got no brakes on stolo, I can't start this bitch
On a lick, take everything, now my pockets filled
Soon as I get out the whip, we can rock and roll
Gettin' all these fuckin' blue strips got my pockets swole
Show a nigga proof of what you did, all that shit old
Diamonds in my mouth, I still get my wrist froze
At the bitch' house, we still got some sticks on us
Her brother on the couch [?] walk in
Bust inside the bitch, up the blick, we gon' shoot this bitch
Anywhere I go, I bump up with hooligans
Shiesty on my face, they like, "Who the fuck that is?"
Come through your place, I put racks on your fuckin' wig
I'm havin' sharpshooters gangs, I'ma 2K there
Only reason why lil' LAZER sat, 'cause the racks in here
Uh, drop the racks off at that load
[?] then I go
I got [?], put out my four
Startin' to get chilly, gotta put on my coat
See you at night, bet you buck for yo' backend
Step out with fire, we gon' punch on 'em
Smokin' that blunt, ain't no Grabba in it
Smokin' that blunt, ain't no Grabba in it
Za' got lil' twin all flabbergasted
Bag touched down, I'ma bite out the plastic
Guns at the park, this shit get Jurassic
Get inside the cold, we gon' rush in it
[?] make a left
I put the drip on myself
Told 'em bust 'em right then the left
I be frustrated when I can't find no backend
Bitch actin' off, that lil' bitch get the backend
Pull out the fuckin' chop, make that boy tap-dance
Your brother at the door [?]
Stand at the street, watch the cars on the road
Stuntin' in the highway, they think that I'm gone
When you go back, check to see if you home
Jump out the on the street, turn this shit to the minivan
[?]
Clutchin' on me, but don't know you fuckin' with
Tap the bitch out, now she fuckin' with everyone
Pull my dick out, left that shit on her belly button
When I get up, we bump down in helicopter
Twin don't fuckin' fire, we're in a helicopter
You don't wanna walk that boy 'round, that's yo' problem
Better not get soft, 'cause we take that boy' wallet
Nigga pull up on me, why you ask around 'bout me?
Take off my face, you gon' see nothin' but mask on my skull
Fuck, fuck
Rockstar lifestyle, I might not make it
Rockstar lifestyle, I might not make it
All these different bitches wanna give me facial
I with lil' Luck and lil' Dowin in LA
Where the fuck you goin'? I put the Glock onto your face
Hunnid-round drum, hunnid shots for some bait
At the hideout, I got my partner at the place
Test for a pint, what the fuck you tryna pay?
This bitch is busted and too fuckin' destructed
Pistol on a opp, lift the stick up, get some muscles
Don't fuckin' care, I take your ho like Usher
[?] with my sticks from Russia
Caught up in the whip, hit the sides, scan the gutter
Drop the pack off at the hideout, I can ride with it
These pussy niggas walk 'round [?]
Runnin' to the opps, they freeze up like some ashy fingers
Hold onto my Glock, when I run, I can't drop this bitch
I got no brakes on stolo, I can't start this bitch
On a lick, take everything, now my pockets filled
Soon as I get out the whip, we can rock and roll
Gettin' all these fuckin' blue strips got my pockets swole
Show a nigga proof of what you did, all that shit old
Diamonds in my mouth, I still get my wrist froze
At the bitch' house, we still got some sticks on us
Her brother on the couch [?] walk in
Bust inside the bitch, up the blick, we gon' shoot this bitch
Anywhere I go, I bump up with hooligans
Shiesty on my face, they like, "Who the fuck that is?"
Come through your place, I put racks on your fuckin' wig
I'm havin' sharpshooters gangs, I'ma 2K there
Only reason why lil' LAZER sat, 'cause the racks in here
Uh, drop the racks off at that load
[?] then I go
I got [?], put out my four
Startin' to get chilly, gotta put on my coat
See you at night, bet you buck for yo' backend
Step out with fire, we gon' punch on 'em
Smokin' that blunt, ain't no Grabba in it
Smokin' that blunt, ain't no Grabba in it
Za' got lil' twin all flabbergasted
Bag touched down, I'ma bite out the plastic
Guns at the park, this shit get Jurassic
Get inside the cold, we gon' rush in it
[?] make a left
I put the drip on myself
Told 'em bust 'em right then the left
I be frustrated when I can't find no backend
Bitch actin' off, that lil' bitch get the backend
Pull out the fuckin' chop, make that boy tap-dance
Your brother at the door [?]
Stand at the street, watch the cars on the road
Stuntin' in the highway, they think that I'm gone
When you go back, check to see if you home
Jump out the on the street, turn this shit to the minivan
[?]
Clutchin' on me, but don't know you fuckin' with
Tap the bitch out, now she fuckin' with everyone
Pull my dick out, left that shit on her belly button
When I get up, we bump down in helicopter
Twin don't fuckin' fire, we're in a helicopter
You don't wanna walk that boy 'round, that's yo' problem
Better not get soft, 'cause we take that boy' wallet
Nigga pull up on me, why you ask around 'bout me?
Take off my face, you gon' see nothin' but mask on my skull
