Never thought I'd be this fly
Never thought I'd wake up every Day
Reaching for my fye
Cause these niggas tryna Slim me Out
Damn, I wonder why
Cause I wake up every day
Trapping this shit out
They mad as f*ck
Why the f*ck you be mad as f*ck
You ain't getting no pape, nigga
Shut the f*ck up
You ain't got no hustle, nigga
Shut that shit up
Need to get off your ass
Go stack that shit up
I got this goddamn Glock on my Waist
And a nigga gon' die If you try to Run up
Nigga gone die You gon' look stuck
Nigga, face shot with the glizzy
Im smoking dope Just me and my Dog
I don't give a f*ck, nigga
I go solo
I'm shooting at you
Ain't shooting at your hoe bro
Bro emptied the clip, how you know Cause ...
Damn
Ain't going back in forth
I might hit the bank pull out some Racks
And I go cop a foreign
I just hit these places
And these plays
And I just get them gone
I don't trust this bitch
I bought a room
She can't know where my home
I can't go for that
I use my head
I grab my f*ckin' chrome
He play with these racks
I swear to God
Gine leave a chromosome
Right in the f*ckin' street
He play with me
That boy deceased
I'm smoking on this rapper Weed
This bitch taxing
Like
This bitch taxing
15 a G
Bitch, what you need
I got a
Bitch, what you need
Got a hella Ps
I was serving shit since
I was 13
I was 13 with a lemon squeeze
(50z Nigga)
Gang, bitch im so damn high
50 gang we light shit up
We popping shit 4th of July
Been hopping out that car so long
One night I swear I almost died
But bitch I can't go I'm down to Ride
You know I got my fye
Glock came with a switch
It got a button, so I got my tie
The nigga broke asf he trying to Beef
He sweet just like some pie
Aye, brand new opp up in the air
Guess what I'm soaking on
Fry stay by my side so bitch don't Ask me what I'm toting on
Everyday I stay I high, bitch I stay Fly
You know I'm serving strong
Nigga run up he gone die, get hit With that fye, might diss him in A Song
He testing his luck, let's talk about the score just know we way way up
Man this Nigga mad I'm having that Cash, I'm hitting his bitch my Thumb in her butt
(Guess what im smoking on)
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Never thought I'd be this fly
Never thought I'd wake up every Day
Reaching for my fye
Cause these niggas tryna Slim me Out
Damn, I wonder why
Cause I wake up every day
Trapping this shit out
They mad as f*ck
Why the f*ck you be mad as f*ck
You ain't getting no pape, nigga
Shut the f*ck up
You ain't got no hustle, nigga
Shut that shit up
Need to get off your ass
Go stack that shit up
I got this goddamn Glock on my Waist
And a nigga gon' die If you try to Run up
Nigga gone die You gon' look stuck
Nigga, face shot with the glizzy
Im smoking dope Just me and my Dog
I don't give a f*ck, nigga
I go solo
I'm shooting at you
Ain't shooting at your hoe bro
Bro emptied the clip, how you know Cause ...
Damn
Ain't going back in forth
I might hit the bank pull out some Racks
And I go cop a foreign
I just hit these places
And these plays
And I just get them gone
I don't trust this bitch
I bought a room
She can't know where my home
I can't go for that
I use my head
I grab my f*ckin' chrome
He play with these racks
I swear to God
Gine leave a chromosome
Right in the f*ckin' street
He play with me
That boy deceased
I'm smoking on this rapper Weed
This bitch taxing
Like
This bitch taxing
15 a G
Bitch, what you need
I got a
Bitch, what you need
Got a hella Ps
I was serving shit since
I was 13
I was 13 with a lemon squeeze
(50z Nigga)
Gang, bitch im so damn high
50 gang we light shit up
We popping shit 4th of July
Been hopping out that car so long
One night I swear I almost died
But bitch I can't go I'm down to Ride
You know I got my fye
Glock came with a switch
It got a button, so I got my tie
The nigga broke asf he trying to Beef
He sweet just like some pie
Aye, brand new opp up in the air
Guess what I'm soaking on
Fry stay by my side so bitch don't Ask me what I'm toting on
Everyday I stay I high, bitch I stay Fly
You know I'm serving strong
Nigga run up he gone die, get hit With that fye, might diss him in A Song
He testing his luck, let's talk about the score just know we way way up
Man this Nigga mad I'm having that Cash, I'm hitting his bitch my Thumb in her butt
(Guess what im smoking on)
Never thought I'd wake up every Day
Reaching for my fye
Cause these niggas tryna Slim me Out
Damn, I wonder why
Cause I wake up every day
Trapping this shit out
They mad as f*ck
Why the f*ck you be mad as f*ck
You ain't getting no pape, nigga
Shut the f*ck up
You ain't got no hustle, nigga
Shut that shit up
Need to get off your ass
Go stack that shit up
I got this goddamn Glock on my Waist
And a nigga gon' die If you try to Run up
Nigga gone die You gon' look stuck
Nigga, face shot with the glizzy
Im smoking dope Just me and my Dog
I don't give a f*ck, nigga
I go solo
I'm shooting at you
Ain't shooting at your hoe bro
Bro emptied the clip, how you know Cause ...
Damn
Ain't going back in forth
I might hit the bank pull out some Racks
And I go cop a foreign
I just hit these places
And these plays
And I just get them gone
I don't trust this bitch
I bought a room
She can't know where my home
I can't go for that
I use my head
I grab my f*ckin' chrome
He play with these racks
I swear to God
Gine leave a chromosome
Right in the f*ckin' street
He play with me
That boy deceased
I'm smoking on this rapper Weed
This bitch taxing
Like
This bitch taxing
15 a G
Bitch, what you need
I got a
Bitch, what you need
Got a hella Ps
I was serving shit since
I was 13
I was 13 with a lemon squeeze
(50z Nigga)
Gang, bitch im so damn high
50 gang we light shit up
We popping shit 4th of July
Been hopping out that car so long
One night I swear I almost died
But bitch I can't go I'm down to Ride
You know I got my fye
Glock came with a switch
It got a button, so I got my tie
The nigga broke asf he trying to Beef
He sweet just like some pie
Aye, brand new opp up in the air
Guess what I'm soaking on
Fry stay by my side so bitch don't Ask me what I'm toting on
Everyday I stay I high, bitch I stay Fly
You know I'm serving strong
Nigga run up he gone die, get hit With that fye, might diss him in A Song
He testing his luck, let's talk about the score just know we way way up
Man this Nigga mad I'm having that Cash, I'm hitting his bitch my Thumb in her butt
(Guess what im smoking on)
Writer: Jabari Amerson
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