Influencer

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BL$$D
 First of all, I want you to put your middle fingers up
 And tell anybody that said fuck you (Just blessed the bitch)
 Fuck 'em back, hahahaha, bitch (Get you some money)
 Yeah, how did you do it?
 How did I do it? Bitch, this how I do it
 I came from the bottom, bitch, I had to do it
 I came from the bottom, this how I had to do it
 I came from the bottom, this how I had to do it
 I came from the bottom, this how I had to do it
 Choppers on deck, you know I influence
 Glocks on deck, you know I influence
 I came from the bottom, this how I had to do it
 We shootin' and robbin', only thing we doin'
 She bouncin' and suckin', only thing she doin'
 She say she want money, somethin' I ain't doin'
 Sippin' these drugs and smokin', baby, baby
 I fuck you so good, you might just be my lady
 I nut in your mouth, not your pussy, no baby
 You fuck with me, baby? Hold the Glock 380
 Them bricks in the back and they white like Slim Shady
 I got the Percocet, the strap from the Grady
 I be sippin' drank, I'm smokin' the greatest
 I feel like Flavor Flav 'cause I got the flavor
 Knock a nigga out like Floyd 'bout the paper
 Stunner frames on, I cannot see no hater
 Yeah, yeah
 (Ayy, give me them stunner frames)
 (Man, give me them stunner frames), yeah
 Give me that glizzy
 Hold up, nah, keep the glizzy, give that to the shooter (Yeah)
 Give me the bankroll
 Give him a piece of the bankroll
 So when somebody act wrong, he keep that
 Yeah, inhale the evil, evil, huh
 I'm smokin' on the devil, yeah
 Play with me, get the shovel, yeah
 Bitch hit the heavy metal, slime
 I get more money than these niggas, dawg
 These niggas ain't gettin' money, what they thought?
 I kick the bitch out my whip and then she walk
 You know I'm a boss and bitches like to stalk
 The quarterback, move the pack, I'm Michael Vick
 They tryna catch me and my dawgs on a lick
 They wanna see niggas locked up in a cage
 We blitzin' the opps, shoot the snitch 'fore they safe
 We boys in the hood, we don't fuck with no treys
 You hop out the whip, we don't got nothin' to say
 We blow your back out with the shotty like Ricky
 We keep it rock solid like Shotti, no snitchin'
 Choppers on deck, you know I influence
 Glocks on deck, you know I influence
 I came from the bottom, this how I had to do it
 We shootin' and robbin', only thing we doin'
 She bouncin' and suckin', only thing she doin'
 She say she want money, somethin' I ain't doin'
 Sippin' these drugs and smokin', baby, baby
 I fuck you so good, you might just be my lady
 I nut in your mouth, not your pussy, no baby
 You fuck with me, baby? Hold the Glock 380
 Them bricks in the back and they white like Slim Shady
 I got the Percocet, the strap from the Grady
 I be sippin' drank, I'm smokin' the greatest
 I feel like Flavor Flav 'cause I got the flavor
 Knock a nigga out like Floyd 'bout the paper
 Stunner frames on, I cannot see no hater
 Ayy, free my nigga, yo, they tryna give him twenty
 Tryna cut his time to make him go against me
 Fuck with that boy, shawty realest of the realest
 Couple niggas out here turned into some bitches
 Couple niggas fuck with turned into some snitches
 But it's like that, I'm livin' built for it
 Jump in the water, nigga, head forward
 Can't be sloppy with the stick, no dive board
 Stabbin' cutthroat in the middle of court
 We PDE 4L, bitch nigga, of course
 These niggas switchin' like they never had a choice
 Hear it in your voice, you's a bitch, boy
 This gangster shit, a lotta niggas ain't built for it
 Lotta niggas ain't built for it, this stick poke like pitchfork
 Get you a cap and gown
 Ain't no rappin', my nigga, we steppin' out (Yeah), yeah
 I'm not no other rapper
 Send your way, then them shooters gon' gun you down (Grraow, grraow)
 Word around town, bitch, I run the town (Yeah)
 Yeah, the Bermuda my stomping ground (Yeah)
 Where the bitch niggas don't come around (Yeah)
 Your big homie not gangster, he's a clown (Yeah)
 I get the AK-47, got the smile
 Make a pussy nigga frown (Give me that, pussy)
 Clown
 Choppers on deck, you know I influence
 Glocks on deck, you know I influence
 I came from the bottom, this how I had to do it
 We shootin' and robbin', only thing we doin'
 She bouncin' and suckin', only thing she doin'
 She say she want money, somethin' I ain't doin'
 Sippin' these drugs and smokin', baby, baby
 I fuck you so good, you might just be my lady
 I nut in your mouth, not your pussy, no baby
 You fuck with me, baby? Hold the Glock 380
 Them bricks in the back and they white like Slim Shady
 I got the Percocet, the strap from the Grady
 I be sippin' drank, I'm smokin' the greatest
 I feel like Flavor Flav 'cause I got the flavor
 Knock a nigga out like Floyd 'bout the paper
 Stunner frames on, I cannot see no hater
 Stunner on you fuck niggas, uh
 Y'all fuck niggas, uh, huh
 I get more money than you, hahahaha
 Give a fuck, nigga
 Yeah
 

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Duration
03:57
Key
5
Tempo
128 BPM

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