Ism - The Greater (Outro) lyrics

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Ism - The Greater (Outro) lyrics

[Verse 1: Zip K] I say high was we what got the f**in sh** on Versace silk imported what I sit on I know them hoes gone love me when I get on But all them hoes Imma tell um get on I don't even remember you Imma get my forget on I wouldn't even waste my battery To pick up on your phone calls up I gotta check what my percent on Cause when it's hard to love me You be quick getcha quit on But once I catch fire just to Oven mit on All my haters Imma sh** on In the new Gianni fit on Sticky icky gettin lit on Nappy pappy with the sh** holmes [Hook: Zip K] Tryna get that Rollie Rollie Rollie x2 On my wrist wrist wrist Champagne smoke Hold squad dope East side sh** Yeah yeah yeah I know you know you know you Tired of talkin bout this rich n***a sh** Nah nah nah I want all that That's my sh** yeah yeahyeah [Verse 2: Two9 Jace] Rollie Rollie Rollie down moreland roll the oz Tell my shawty roll the oz Keep an eye out for the police Garner their intentions Eric Garner their intentions I'm just tryna get high I ain't tryna rest in peace Tryna get a piece of the pie not the puzzle All my dogs down to ride no leash no muzzle Made a homicide ever since my partna died I been workin on the sh** that's triple not double Dodging all the gold digging broads and trouble Make it off the humble Do it cause I loved it Hate you when you up when you down man they love you I'm tryna get some bucks like Milwaukee muhf**a Tryna get a buzz building lobby muhf**a Coulda fell off like a lotta muhf**as But I ain't gone stop hell nah muhf**a Imma give my all muhf**a [Hook] [Verse 3: Zip K] Aye Move a hunned grams Credit card scams Get me out the jam Strapped and all that We did all thataye p**y n***a fall back Two9 skully RIP ya closet Bet her p**y run a faucet But I prolly shouldn't force it But I prolly never forfeit All my brogod bosses We don't ever do no talkin You know losing's not an option sh**, it's been heavy on my conscience Now the foreign whippers drip with different glosses Saks fifth shoppin no more hittin Ross's Pray to gawd it make a hatin n***a nauseous [Hook]

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