No guts no glory no legend no story
I'm tryna do it all with bad lil shorty
Legendary status by the time I'm 40
Ducking cases with the best attorney
I take care of the homies them my family soldiers
Couple bad bitches good head and shoulders
Living lifted we never sober
And I can't forget Slim she the blunt roller
We keeping composure with massive exposure Moved onto the Juul graduated from Boulders
Escorted in rovers they friendly to smokers moved on from a grocer in two red octobers
With that being said something I gotta say
You either with me against me or blocking the way
Tryna knock my hustle but ya boy like Jay
I'm cashin clay Mia to the Bay ha
Mia to the Bay ha
Stay low go fast kill first die last
One shot one kill no luck all skill
Two banks one mil
Yeah a lil sum just to pay the bills
F*ck the neighbors word up to J Cole
This ones for the ville
For all the motherf*ckers bumping Matic still
Real hip hop back you know the drill
We smoke green crack stay away from pills
Wheels coup de' ville hoes from Brazil
Got the dro from Cali in the Hollywood Hills
Yeah the vibes so trill where the Netflix at
I'm tryna chill cause I'm jack she jill
And we up on a hill getting high off our thrills
F*ck the foreword I'm Georgie Foreman it's time to grill
Cook up heat until we hit a bil than kick back and chill like
Imma blow like its Doomsday on a Tuesday Getting woozay off of boozay
Never trip with the Uzi and I got a vert too
If you rappers want beef imma burn you too
Niggas too lame gotta switch lanes with the switch blade make you feel the pain
Man I'm boutta go insane go Cobain and put a shotty to my brain (put a shotty to my brain)
Imma kill you niggas y'all some ditch diggers
I'm a born sinner chasing seven figures
And my dick bigger than your bank account
And I rock two chains and a big amount
And I'm bout the clout and I got it bitch
Put it your mouth never doubt me bitch
Never been a snitch but ill kill a bitch
Papi said it best this for the Ville bitch
Watch me snap like a snapback or fall back like the backpack with the Mac strapped
Like it's velcro velcro hit these pussy nights with the elbow elbow
Diamonds shining like it's trippie redd like Saskay bitch I keep the lead
While these niggas outchea sleeping in bed
I be in the studio getting some bread
Got a thick Spanish bitch and she giving me head in the back of Lac
And I'm never lacking spitting hot fire like a dragon
Damn we make shit happen
I'm cold rapping y'all toe tagging I stay snapping K Majin bitch
With BPC and when we got it bitch
MIA to the Bay we out here bitch
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No guts no glory no legend no story
I'm tryna do it all with bad lil shorty
Legendary status by the time I'm 40
Ducking cases with the best attorney
I take care of the homies them my family soldiers
Couple bad bitches good head and shoulders
Living lifted we never sober
And I can't forget Slim she the blunt roller
We keeping composure with massive exposure Moved onto the Juul graduated from Boulders
Escorted in rovers they friendly to smokers moved on from a grocer in two red octobers
With that being said something I gotta say
You either with me against me or blocking the way
Tryna knock my hustle but ya boy like Jay
I'm cashin clay Mia to the Bay ha
Mia to the Bay ha
Stay low go fast kill first die last
One shot one kill no luck all skill
Two banks one mil
Yeah a lil sum just to pay the bills
F*ck the neighbors word up to J Cole
This ones for the ville
For all the motherf*ckers bumping Matic still
Real hip hop back you know the drill
We smoke green crack stay away from pills
Wheels coup de' ville hoes from Brazil
Got the dro from Cali in the Hollywood Hills
Yeah the vibes so trill where the Netflix at
I'm tryna chill cause I'm jack she jill
And we up on a hill getting high off our thrills
F*ck the foreword I'm Georgie Foreman it's time to grill
Cook up heat until we hit a bil than kick back and chill like
Imma blow like its Doomsday on a Tuesday Getting woozay off of boozay
Never trip with the Uzi and I got a vert too
If you rappers want beef imma burn you too
Niggas too lame gotta switch lanes with the switch blade make you feel the pain
Man I'm boutta go insane go Cobain and put a shotty to my brain (put a shotty to my brain)
Imma kill you niggas y'all some ditch diggers
I'm a born sinner chasing seven figures
And my dick bigger than your bank account
And I rock two chains and a big amount
And I'm bout the clout and I got it bitch
Put it your mouth never doubt me bitch
Never been a snitch but ill kill a bitch
Papi said it best this for the Ville bitch
Watch me snap like a snapback or fall back like the backpack with the Mac strapped
Like it's velcro velcro hit these pussy nights with the elbow elbow
Diamonds shining like it's trippie redd like Saskay bitch I keep the lead
While these niggas outchea sleeping in bed
I be in the studio getting some bread
Got a thick Spanish bitch and she giving me head in the back of Lac
And I'm never lacking spitting hot fire like a dragon
Damn we make shit happen
I'm cold rapping y'all toe tagging I stay snapping K Majin bitch
With BPC and when we got it bitch
MIA to the Bay we out here bitch
I'm tryna do it all with bad lil shorty
Legendary status by the time I'm 40
Ducking cases with the best attorney
I take care of the homies them my family soldiers
Couple bad bitches good head and shoulders
Living lifted we never sober
And I can't forget Slim she the blunt roller
We keeping composure with massive exposure Moved onto the Juul graduated from Boulders
Escorted in rovers they friendly to smokers moved on from a grocer in two red octobers
With that being said something I gotta say
You either with me against me or blocking the way
Tryna knock my hustle but ya boy like Jay
I'm cashin clay Mia to the Bay ha
Mia to the Bay ha
Stay low go fast kill first die last
One shot one kill no luck all skill
Two banks one mil
Yeah a lil sum just to pay the bills
F*ck the neighbors word up to J Cole
This ones for the ville
For all the motherf*ckers bumping Matic still
Real hip hop back you know the drill
We smoke green crack stay away from pills
Wheels coup de' ville hoes from Brazil
Got the dro from Cali in the Hollywood Hills
Yeah the vibes so trill where the Netflix at
I'm tryna chill cause I'm jack she jill
And we up on a hill getting high off our thrills
F*ck the foreword I'm Georgie Foreman it's time to grill
Cook up heat until we hit a bil than kick back and chill like
Imma blow like its Doomsday on a Tuesday Getting woozay off of boozay
Never trip with the Uzi and I got a vert too
If you rappers want beef imma burn you too
Niggas too lame gotta switch lanes with the switch blade make you feel the pain
Man I'm boutta go insane go Cobain and put a shotty to my brain (put a shotty to my brain)
Imma kill you niggas y'all some ditch diggers
I'm a born sinner chasing seven figures
And my dick bigger than your bank account
And I rock two chains and a big amount
And I'm bout the clout and I got it bitch
Put it your mouth never doubt me bitch
Never been a snitch but ill kill a bitch
Papi said it best this for the Ville bitch
Watch me snap like a snapback or fall back like the backpack with the Mac strapped
Like it's velcro velcro hit these pussy nights with the elbow elbow
Diamonds shining like it's trippie redd like Saskay bitch I keep the lead
While these niggas outchea sleeping in bed
I be in the studio getting some bread
Got a thick Spanish bitch and she giving me head in the back of Lac
And I'm never lacking spitting hot fire like a dragon
Damn we make shit happen
I'm cold rapping y'all toe tagging I stay snapping K Majin bitch
With BPC and when we got it bitch
MIA to the Bay we out here bitch
Writer: Carter Vasallo, Daniel Ribalta
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid