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Formal Invite

Album: Penalty of Leadership Durasi: 3:06

Shots ring out (chrrr, tutu)

People shout (rrin)

Doubts ring out

People shot

How rich am I? (chhhh)

I still can hear the air shocks from the trailer hitch on that semi

SRT on that gleeko

33 in that Gen Five

My lil niggas wiggin' to turn a beef to a ribeye

When shots rang out, headed in my direction

Boppin' Taj Mahal bringing the whole 50 guap out (yeah, yeah)

We pop out at your party, free Carruth, Dooley and Sharky

Cough up a lung where I'm from like I grew up in Marcy (what else)

Heron Preston bubble for the times that we ain't have nay thang

Spin a deuce, shit look like I'm tryna 2 track a sample

Spray your block and tag your whip up

These niggas know we vandals

Duct tape on the handle on the stick look like a Roman candle (ah-ah)

Why they keep watching reruns?

I heard his show was cancelled

All the business getting stood on

Every issue gon' get handled

Every pistol gon' get brandished

These niggas famished

Since he keeps making death wishes, every wish is gon' get granted

Bo James, I'm the honcho (words)

The weed from Humboldt County but the blow came from Toronto

Open road on that highway

Slow lane in a Tahoe

Roll with them 50 Zone boys but don't fuck with no 5-0

7-6in' with a gang of them Canadians

We bounce up out that cut and up that Draco at your cranium

When shots rang out

They know we brought out Kimmy K again (Kardash')

She quick to fidget through your neighborhood and take a spin

Shots ring out

People shot

I'm hit love- I'm hit

Stair-stepper, go on top on niggas like a hairdresser

Bro a ladies' man, but spray them cans like a air freshener

Red texture, different kind of cloth my niggas cut from

Playmaker, Blue 42, that's a hut one

Drive-by shooters in my living room, was playin' Duck Hunt (yeah)

Ain't grew up with no silver spoon, wasn't born with no trust fund

Smashin' all these pumpkins, we'll crash a nigga function

Formal invite, red carpet came with a plus-one

Bugs Bunny carrots, in my carriage, countin' drug money

Dust bucket bourbon come from servin' all the dust bunnies

Hush puppies and big fat monkey nuts, but now my cup muddy

I could give a fuck about no slut, long as the clucks love me

Catch him dancing with his pants down, these niggas butt buddies

The last nigga tested, let's just say that he was unlucky

No country for old men, big trouble in small China

Speak every language fluent in bag music from all genres

(Shots ring out) bo James, I'm the honcho

The weed from Humboldt County but the blow came from Toronto

Open road on that highway

Slow lane in a Tahoe

Roll with them 50 Zone boys but don't fuck with no 5-0

7-6in' with a gang of them Canadians

We bounce up out that cut and up that Draco at your cranium

When shots rang out

They know we brought out Kimmy K again (Kardash')

She quick to fidget through your neighborhood and take a spin (oh, yeah)