Ezekiel ft. YL Julioo Lyrics

Narco, Julioo

YL bitch

Wake up early morning

Ask God why my niggas starving

Better life if we in a coffin

Ironic ain't it cause we living lawlesss

Fair game word to Cindy Crawford

Pick your poison better pick your problem

Money bitches and alcoholics

Rolling top shelf za to help me calm my nerves

When a nigga feeling bothered

I ain't been the same since Obama

I got a feeling that it might be karma

Love probably look better on me

But the hate make me even look hotter

Wizard flow word to Harry Potter

Rocket flow word to Robert Goddard

I'm thinking big so I'm moving smarter

Ball hard so they couldn't guard us

Name a young nigga going even harder

Put my soul in these verses

If I'm not around play this for my sons and daughters

Snakes slither in the grass no I'm not talking bout any anacondas

Friends family and your girl

All could write a statement on you if you moving sloppy

Real niggas know the code of conduct

Move on if you ain't making profit

Free Jacob he got 20 left

When I think about it I start feeling nauseous

Instead of being in the streets

You could be a king

Boss of your corporate office

I wish he knew that before twelve showed up

With the K nines and the helicopters

Cut ya nose off to spite ya face

Know some niggas that was fighting cases

I ain't going got no time to waste

Close the gap had to get the braces

Know some niggas that was playin' with guns

Problem was they ain't have the funds

Problem was they ain't have the paper

Problem was they ain't have the loot

Bad bitch I forgot her name

Since I met her, I just call her boo

My old girl started playing games

Lauren London cause she 2 new

Dimples on her call her 2 cute

Cascades we can roll too

Stone Mountain got a nice view

Stoned mountain cause I'm high too

I should get back to the profit

Preach bout the money like prophets

I like to play with money so much

That all of my banking relations is toxic

I gotta stop it

Hold up

Yea wait

I gotta play this shit safe

I just be pimpin these hoes

They calling me John but somehow I'm ducking from jakes

Somehow I'm watching for snakes

They all in my grass

I'm walking with them in my path

I gotta keep me at least like 10 steps behind

Cause I can not put nothin' past them

If all of these words was bullets you know what I'd do

I'll pull it out and I'll blast them

If all of these words was bullets you know what I'd do

I'd put these niggas in caskets yeah