"and you can go with me." lyrics

lil darkie Lyrics

"and you can go with me."

yuh,
ayy,
darkie,
i'ma dip and do the dash,
i been rippin' through this cash,
i been trippin' off that bag,
i been living off that cab,
money running through my mind,
got that weed of every kind,
i'ma pull up to the spot,
i be droppin' off that pot,
got a pickup,
i be moving it,
got an eight and i might cuban it,
got a o and i'm abusin' it,
got a p and i be choosing it,
got purple in my pack,
money pile and it stack,
shadow moving through the street,
i be running on repeat,
i be running on my feet,
i be running on my feet,
i be running on my feet,
i be running on my feet,
can't sit down,
i just be movin' like i was a looney tune and i was writ down,
i had to get a job,
had to get a spot,
had to leave town,
now i'm livin' on the ground,
getting all around,
getting money,
just to give it back,
just enjoy the fact la's sunny,
friends go with me,
they know with me,
my brain is runny,
but they roll with me,
we know cds and the bass funny,
on the phone with me,
you know i don't got a lot of time,
i be working out,
it's working out,
got a lotta rhymes and i'll botch your rhymes and now i don't bat one eye,
i been on this lonely road,
i'ma walk until i die,
i'm on the move,
that is my answer why,
i don't make no friends,
either you tribe or you die,
i'm on that og and it kill,
i will leave you and your heart will never heal,
smoke that dro up in the hills,
the baggy feel,
now the same kids only have me run them pills,
we are so broke,
i'm on the move,
money don't sit in one place if you grooving,
investing in music,
my time and my dead man,
get out my bed then i work,
they always takin' my money,
it hurt,
put that on my shirt,
might end up like kurt,
no ernie and burt 'cause i'm solo,
i can't be inert,
vehicle rolling,
the fire,
it burns,
i'm fully emerged,
i feel like the verge,
please come with me,
come and be free,
i just like runnin',
it's fun to the beat,
i just like runnin',
it's fun for my feet,
you want some fun? put your tongue on my sheet,
chopper,
the chopper the fix,
counting the bricks,
hitting a million licks,
out of the bullet,
it sticks,
out of the bullet,
it bounce into your ounce,
look at your weed on the floor,
watching it pour,
i be smoking it thought,
i hit the button and go,
i'm never frontin' the ho,
give me the dough,
like my whip-whip-whip with a bit-bit-bit,
bun in her sticky shit,
morty and rick-rick-rick,
ain't it nifty? shit,
hit a lick-lick-lick right quick,
i'm gonna break that bitch,
i'ma break that bitch,
slit with that,
i'ma hit it quick-quick-quick,
gotta find that fit,
i don't wanna get a bit that shit again,
ooh,
i don't wanna get a bit that shit again,
ooh,
ooh,
ooh,
eh,
eh,