hung up on your heroes And upon the beast you pray, yeah, hey So what can you do, you say Well, they owe me a few, yeah Blue, blue, tip of your cue,
: Tonight's the night I get in some shit, (Yeah) Deep cover on the incognito tip. Killin' motherfuckers if I have to, Peelin' caps too, cause you niggas
cool with me You got a little cars, little jewelries But none of y'all motherfuckers could fool with me You know the wrist frostbit minus two degrees Bout as blue
no gimmicks Duke is like the Autobahn disregardin' the speed limits Fast life, fast broads, let's get it fast buddy Fast food, fast cars we gettin' fast
turn 180 degrees slide both ways Show you how the mink on shit Color orange'll drop a brown like a chico stick You know I'm comin back with 'migo bricks TIP
Mist I ride 26 and let my 9 screen "flip" Dro be watchin' Oprah, Mac, 9 up in a clip Triple black Phantom nigga nah it ain't Tip With Lucky charm diamonds
I'm speakin' of Peace to all the gangsters 'cuz I gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love I got a lotta love 'cuz you're all my brothers Red or blue, black
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes This is the life, nigga that's the life Guns n' roses mafia proses Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes
, I ain't no motherfuckin' cop Well, hit dis motherfucker den I can feel it Tonight's the night, I get in some shit 'Deep Cover' on the incognito tip
spit words that be gangsta shit, make hustla tip and ballers rich Hatters sick mobsta hitz, I'm tha shit You can't see me visit the optometrist Cars
m-p, and they think that automatically Cause he's a pimp, he gotta be, full of that M-o, n-e, but why? Cause nigga be sportin nice cars and fancy
'til you drown Ghost you and put your corpse in force that'll open the ground Save the jokes for the clowns I'm on a serious tip You keep playin' and
I got bout three cups for me, and one cup for you But I got grease of patrone and I got you some deuce But I got Louie 13 and that blue Calgeen But
cool with me You got a little cars, little jewelries But none of y'all motherfuckers could fool with me You know the wrist frostbit minus two degrees 'Bout as blue
Of Botany Boys] I'm fuckin over you boys, Niggaz strapped up in the cut in the burbany cars You wanna fool wit the rules you What you claming red or blue
life Nigga, caught the blues when his part called lights See I, been in yo shoes, lost memos on crews And I, paid my deuce from scramblin blues And I
Show you how the mink on *** Color orange'll drop a brown like a chico stick You know I'm comin' back with 'Migo B*** TIP dropped the Maserati top,
Primatene Mist I ride 26 and let my 9 screens flip Dro be watchin' Oprah, Mac, 9 up in a clip Triple black Phantom n**** nah it ain't Tip With Lucky
