imagination - lil tony official lyrics
[intro]
(d*mn, four3va)
[chorus]
i like to get off first, we quick to step on sh*t ’cause dyin’ ain’t an option
i’m on some fly*n*gga sh*t, can’t find nothin’ i’m rockin’, it come out an auction
i’ll forever say f*ck my opps, i’m a young n*gga poppin’, put sh*t in my coffin
big*boy 40, jean shorts, that’s a rich*stepper concoction
young fly n*gga, i ain’t worried ’bout an opper
these n*ggas cliquin’, we slangin’ these choppers
these n*ggas broke, give a f*ck ’bout a diss song
give ’em that belt, these n*ggas be copies
i don’t never see one of these broke*ass n*ggas in the bank when i make a deposit
i can name an opp who tote a g2c, but ain’t got a wallet
[verse]
n*gga worried ’bout key, i’m probably somewhere in a white ho pocket
probably gettin’ paid, haters worryin’ ’bout gang, we somewhere poppin’ sh*t
bad sh*t droppin’ lo’, throw it back, tryna see how high we get
these motherf*ckers go wrong, they try to bump down, gon’ hit his car and spit
pretty ho, nice waist, fat b*tt, i f*ck her good every time that she act up
freaky lil’ sl*t slob on a n*gga nut, we get lit when we f*ck, put a perc’ in her b*tt
opp b*tch say she’ll drop a dot if she cum
car tinted, pushed up, n*ggas know what i’m on
one of my opps a shooter, but f*ck on kids, he new*age karl malone
rockin’ a ‘stache in 2024 insane, what the f*ck is he on?
i been spendin’ too much paper, gotta buy a bas*m*nt for my clothes
n*ggas be goin’ out bad and broke for b*tches, these n*ggas be hoes
these n*ggas want me dead, i’m sendin’ headshots everywhere at the goal
[chorus]
i like to get off first, we quick to step on sh*t ’cause dyin’ ain’t an option
i’m on some fly*n*gga sh*t, can’t find nothin’ i’m rockin’, it come out an auction
i’ll forever say f*ck my opps, i’m a young n*gga poppin’, put sh*t in my coffin
big*boy 40, jean shorts, that’s a rich*stepper concoction
young fly n*gga, i ain’t worried ’bout an opper
these n*ggas cliquin’, we slangin’ these choppers
these n*ggas broke, give a f*ck ’bout a diss song
give ’em that belt, these n*ggas be copies
for some odd reason, i don’t never see one of these n*ggas when i make a deposit
i can name an opp who tote a g2c, but ain’t got a wallet
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