Issue No 175 Ramadan Lyrics

Make 'em say uuuhm
Look, I'm the master
Show love, fear on you, bastards
They finally freed my nigga, let's get ratchet
And so they saw our roody, let's get ratchet
Uuuhm, I'm the master
Show love, fear on you, bastards
I love the life, I do it for the passion
Vice-versa, tell your people I'm the master

Let me get that number five tape, please
Sweetie, Polynesian sauce
Look inside my eyes, bitch, you see a boss
Look inside my clique, you see some kings and queens
Man, we out here getting it by any means
They got my people from the strand
If you speaking pharmaceutics they don't go to CBS
I know niggas selling quarter spoons off that GGS
They got pills, they got 'Zanies, they got X, I digress
Like GT, got them staring at my headlights
Rebel with a purpose, they'll fuck your red lights
No culinary, yeah, still tryna get my bread right
Geechie girl in the kitchen making red rice
Coming off the top like headlights
We ready, we in a league that you ain't balling in
Right where you falling hearing these niggas hollering
You fucking with my team and I'm showing zero tolerance

Uuuhm, yep, I'm the master
Show love, yep, on you, bastards
They finally freed my nigga Boosie, let's get ratchet
Until they saw the roody, let's get ratchet
Uuuhm, I'm the master
Show love, yep, on you, bastards
I love the life, I do it for the passion
Vice-versa, tell your people I'm the master

Yeah, now they got Monday on some trill shit
Till you eat another bitch I'm 'bout to hit the kill switch
That ill shit, yeah, baby, I can pick you up
Our dysentery is loose so when you hop in get you spill shit
Yeah, light it, light it, I think we flying
Why they lying? They ain't ducking for nothing
You know we fired on them
Ralph Lauren linens and she lying on them
Built a million dollar kingdom, such tired on them
Yeah, swim team, young lieutenant
New roof tinted, black spell kindred
Geechie girls be like, 'boy, you bulletproof in it'
Girl, you ain't only from the city, only few in it
But me and JT in the city, bring a few women
More Coronas, gin and Arizonas
Girl, you seen me balling, come and hop on these cojones
Money's just a bonus, rarely seen me sober
Clearly it's clear to her that your time here nearly over
Now your lady wanna sleep over
She tryna get up under covers like Malik Yoba
She tryna get up under covers like Malik Yoba