Yeah
Come outside & I'm posted wit gang
On the road tryna make all these bands
Inna Beamer we swerving da land
Lemme pop my shit, pull out the stack
Know them boys can't touch my swag
Know them boys ain't shit, they lag
Know I'm a trooper, I get to the racks
Call up lil Trip and I'm passin' the mack
My brother a shooter, I know he can't miss
He reppin' the gang and he reppin' the six
Slide wit goonies, they came out with sticks
And I copped my drip, pop out the tag
I remember I started from rags And my jeans stay up, no sag
And my denims, they matchin' the bag
Hop off a jet , can't catch no lag
For my brother and sister, I'm tryna get rich
Hollows they tip em', they hit em' he glitch
Hit up on Sino, she tellin' me shit
And Imma be frank, don't start your shit, bitch
Know that my flow make them sick
I feel like Makhado, it's R.I.P. Rick
Shit, know we gon' make them hits
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English
Yeah
Come outside & I'm posted wit gang
On the road tryna make all these bands
Inna Beamer we swerving da land
Lemme pop my shit, pull out the stack
Know them boys can't touch my swag
Know them boys ain't shit, they lag
Know I'm a trooper, I get to the racks
Call up lil Trip and I'm passin' the mack
My brother a shooter, I know he can't miss
He reppin' the gang and he reppin' the six
Slide wit goonies, they came out with sticks
And I copped my drip, pop out the tag
I remember I started from rags And my jeans stay up, no sag
And my denims, they matchin' the bag
Hop off a jet , can't catch no lag
For my brother and sister, I'm tryna get rich
Hollows they tip em', they hit em' he glitch
Hit up on Sino, she tellin' me shit
And Imma be frank, don't start your shit, bitch
Know that my flow make them sick
I feel like Makhado, it's R.I.P. Rick
Shit, know we gon' make them hits
Come outside & I'm posted wit gang
On the road tryna make all these bands
Inna Beamer we swerving da land
Lemme pop my shit, pull out the stack
Know them boys can't touch my swag
Know them boys ain't shit, they lag
Know I'm a trooper, I get to the racks
Call up lil Trip and I'm passin' the mack
My brother a shooter, I know he can't miss
He reppin' the gang and he reppin' the six
Slide wit goonies, they came out with sticks
And I copped my drip, pop out the tag
I remember I started from rags And my jeans stay up, no sag
And my denims, they matchin' the bag
Hop off a jet , can't catch no lag
For my brother and sister, I'm tryna get rich
Hollows they tip em', they hit em' he glitch
Hit up on Sino, she tellin' me shit
And Imma be frank, don't start your shit, bitch
Know that my flow make them sick
I feel like Makhado, it's R.I.P. Rick
Shit, know we gon' make them hits
Writer: Tebogo Mbuyane, Tebogo Motalane, Tshepang Lepheana
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: b1untzz
Language: English
Length: 0:59
Written by: Tebogo Mbuyane, Tebogo Motalane, Tshepang Lepheana