Lyrics of Sure thing

Kush in a swisha
Money over b^tches
Never kill a woman
Unless she a witness
All about my business
Survival of the fittest
She let me hide my weed in her titties..

B^tch i got the cash in a rubber band
I got the glock already cocked. boom.
F^cking with a n^gga, meet my mother f^cking goons
Sorry for the wait, carter four coming soon
Light it up, cause i'ma smoke.
She tried to deep throat, i f^cked around and choked her
It's young money, mother f^cker, game over
Shots leave ya body like ya doin yoga

And lord knows i'ma sinner, pain pills for dinner
B^tch i'm getting money like i gotta money printer
I got a chopper and a trimmer, shooting like jimmer
You coming in that water, boy, you better be a swimmer
I aint worried about ya'll, sitting in my hole
While miss anita baker say "you bringing me joy"
I came straight og outta jail and did my thing on these boys
And we all yelled "f^ck you, b^tch" and kept going

And i'm on, and that's right, baby.
And i aint going out this b^tch with out a fight, baby.
One request, please don't bite baby
I got some bomb a^^ p^ssy from a white lady
I aint lying, i'ma shine like a nickel or a diamond
I smoke alotta weed to keep them b^tches off my mind
Girl, stop talking that sh^t
Gon' suck a n^gga d^ck
For a new outfit

And even if the sky come falling
B^tch, i'ma still be high
I got faith in my weed, man
And lil n^ggas got 'yay by the bean bag
Hit yo a^^ from the side like a screen pass
And that red bandana is the team flag
Yeah, all up in ya f^cking face
Tez pushed the album back, sorry for the wait

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