Lil $tunt - Central Ave Lyrics

It finna be cold in the middle of June
We play it how we want it, ain't nothing you can do
Say he don't wanna, ain't nothing I can do
Big Mac on your bitch ass, let's get this shit started
I demand my standing ovation
They try me every day, no f*cking vacation
Every damn day, they keep testing my patience
All my friends dead, you see they blue faces
Hit I-25, going about 130
I ain't getting any sleep, Oxy, Xanny and them thirties
White on my face, I'ma these hoes dirty
Man, f*ck a whole label, I'ma do this shit dirty
Say what you pouring up, Tech Hi-C
Don't get killed for a L I C
Don't get lit up like a B I C
Only time I feel the pain, M I C
She hit the floor, she gotta drag me out with her
Nineteen in my jeans, codeine in my Fanta
No, there ain't never been a fien I can't handle
Mix the red with the green, now they calling me Santa
Biggest MC since that motherf*cker Hammer
Do everything to stay away from the slammer
Pull a couple strings, now call me Andy Grammar
I never go out without my blammer
If I had a dollar for all they two cents
I retire early and bring my family with me
Ride with my stash all around the city
Take everything, leave your ass with no pity
Man, I ain't care about shit
Since they took my heart from me
Murder I wrote since a jit
Shit, I pull up all black, I ain't leave without my money, bitch
Bro get caught in a situation
Motion get stopped, I ain't talking animation
Bitch got left, I got bad vibrations
How I'm supposed to be heard in all the nations
If I might lose it all to no patience
You was my homie, why you never say shit
Why you never say shit
Roll my window up and now they ain't see me
Spin around in a German engineering
Making money off these vatos, scratching like they win the lottos
Made a grand up off the autos with my homies getting guapo
Trap house eating tacos, we just shipped a pack to Lagos, bitch
If I'm a gift from God, he a devil
You play with me, all you see is a shovel
Why you hit the panic button, we the ones you stole from
Light a homie up, give a f*ck what you come from
(Test me, boy, you must think that I'm dumb)
(I could steal your whole life with the tip of my thumb)
(Living for your next hit, you're a whole bum)
(Cooking up my next hit, fingers gone numb)
(It finna be cold in the middle of June)
(We play it how we want it, ain't nothing you can do)
(Say he don't want to, ain't nothing I can do)
(Big Mac on your bitch ass, Mac on your bitch ass)
(I demand my standing ovation)
(Every day, they keep testing my patience)
(Try me every day, no f*cking vacation)
(Try me every day, no f*cking vacation)
Ain't too many that welcome me, open arms
Ain't too many that let me into they hearts
I struggle everyday, why I gotta get it out the arms
Fam struggle everyday, I never meant no harm
Pigs in my crops, got me feeling like a farmer
I ain't f*cking with no snakes but I'm a goddamn charmer