Wait
I got so many hits that I made a baseball team look like a f*cking little league
I got so many fits that I made your girl stop me in public and she don't wanna leave
I ain't ever change on nobody still tight with the same people, you know how it be
You know how it be
And I got a clean ass cut and a nice ass car and you prolly livin like Coach Steve
Yeah I bust my ass at everything I do so this chain on my neck prolly wasn't that cheap
I be counting bands right where I wake up and you still out here prolly counting them sheep
I ain't ever change on nobody still tight with the same people, you know how it be
You know how it be
And I got a clean ass cut and a nice ass car and you prolly livin like Coach Steve
Sleepin on me like a mattress
Sleep
Leechin on me is a bad bitch
Ima seize the guap and then I stack it
Stack it
He too soft and he ain't have shit
I'm back on my shit and I'm back in this bitch and I probably won't ever leave
If I blow up, they'll think I'm an industry plant, that's why she wanting my seed
Hold up
Motherf*ckers really get it twisted like pizza like
Really is he on the shit that he about to brag about or
Is he really lyin for the clout chasin
I spoke my truth so please don't doubt again
It's amazing how I done always deliver
Now they gettin jealous and they all gettin bitter
Oh
The state of the game is all just whatever
I'm eating other rappers and I'm ordering dinner
My endorphins are callin to ball just whenever
Drop a song and they all say they bought it again bruh
I've been bossin you all been a loss it's whatever
Putt em all in a coffin, flow off em, beretta
Now we eatin like thanksgiving
I ain't Slim Shady but the stans with it
Some my songs dropping when her pants didn't
Wait
Now safe to say all that changed
Wait
I got so many hits that I made a baseball team look like a f*cking little league
I got so many fits that I made your girl stop me in public and she don't wanna leave
I ain't ever change on nobody still tight with the same people, you know how it be
You know how it be
And I got a clean ass cut and a nice ass car and you prolly livin like Coach Steve
Yeah I bust my ass at everything I do so this chain on my neck prolly wasn't that cheap
I be counting bands right where I wake up and you still out here prolly counting them sheep
I ain't ever change on nobody still tight with the same people, you know how it be
You know how it be
And I got a clean ass cut and a nice ass car and you prolly livin like Coach Steve
You know how it be
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Back on my shit
Hold up, wait hmm
Shit I never left
Another verse where I'm demanding respect
These niggas play foul, no callin a tech
They shootin shit down, no drawin a tek
Came from the gutter you hardly a threat
Go hard, I'm a vet, my foot it be all on they neck
Nothin new they call me the best
Hahaha
Hold up
Yeah yeah
F*ck is you talkin about
Final toast gon be the hardest shit out
No single dropped it and that's all word of mouth
Yeah
Nothin to talk about
Uh
They do it all for clout
Uh
How is you ballin now
Uh
If you still at your momma house
Question
How many spot in my section, I don't feel threatened, nah
I just want my spot, and respect nigga, y'all can have second
Look
If there's any rumors, I'm coolin I will not address em
F*ck all these niggas they gossip like bitches find something better to invest in
Wait
I got so many hits that I made a baseball team look like a f*cking little league
I got so many fits that I made your girl stop me in public and she don't wanna leave
I ain't ever change on nobody still tight with the same people, you know how it be
You know how it be
And I got a clean ass cut and a nice ass car and you prolly livin like Coach Steve
Yeah I bust my ass at everything I do so this chain on my neck prolly wasn't that cheap
I be counting bands right where I wake up and you still out here prolly counting them sheep
I ain't ever change on nobody still tight with the same people, you know how it be
You know how it be
And I got a clean ass cut and a nice ass car and you prolly livin like Coach Steve
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Wait
I got so many hits that I made a baseball team look like a f*cking little league
I got so many fits that I made your girl stop me in public and she don't wanna leave
I ain't ever change on nobody still tight with the same people, you know how it be
You know how it be
And I got a clean ass cut and a nice ass car and you prolly livin like Coach Steve
Yeah I bust my ass at everything I do so this chain on my neck prolly wasn't that cheap
I be counting bands right where I wake up and you still out here prolly counting them sheep
I ain't ever change on nobody still tight with the same people, you know how it be
You know how it be
And I got a clean ass cut and a nice ass car and you prolly livin like Coach Steve
Sleepin on me like a mattress
Sleep
Leechin on me is a bad bitch
Ima seize the guap and then I stack it
Stack it
He too soft and he ain't have shit
I'm back on my shit and I'm back in this bitch and I probably won't ever leave
If I blow up, they'll think I'm an industry plant, that's why she wanting my seed
Hold up
Motherf*ckers really get it twisted like pizza like
Really is he on the shit that he about to brag about or
Is he really lyin for the clout chasin
I spoke my truth so please don't doubt again
It's amazing how I done always deliver
Now they gettin jealous and they all gettin bitter
Oh
The state of the game is all just whatever
I'm eating other rappers and I'm ordering dinner
My endorphins are callin to ball just whenever
Drop a song and they all say they bought it again bruh
I've been bossin you all been a loss it's whatever
Putt em all in a coffin, flow off em, beretta
Now we eatin like thanksgiving
I ain't Slim Shady but the stans with it
Some my songs dropping when her pants didn't
Wait
Now safe to say all that changed
Wait
I got so many hits that I made a baseball team look like a f*cking little league
I got so many fits that I made your girl stop me in public and she don't wanna leave
I ain't ever change on nobody still tight with the same people, you know how it be
You know how it be
And I got a clean ass cut and a nice ass car and you prolly livin like Coach Steve
Yeah I bust my ass at everything I do so this chain on my neck prolly wasn't that cheap
I be counting bands right where I wake up and you still out here prolly counting them sheep
I ain't ever change on nobody still tight with the same people, you know how it be
You know how it be
And I got a clean ass cut and a nice ass car and you prolly livin like Coach Steve
You know how it be
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Back on my shit
Hold up, wait hmm
Shit I never left
Another verse where I'm demanding respect
These niggas play foul, no callin a tech
They shootin shit down, no drawin a tek
Came from the gutter you hardly a threat
Go hard, I'm a vet, my foot it be all on they neck
Nothin new they call me the best
Hahaha
Hold up
Yeah yeah
F*ck is you talkin about
Final toast gon be the hardest shit out
No single dropped it and that's all word of mouth
Yeah
Nothin to talk about
Uh
They do it all for clout
Uh
How is you ballin now
Uh
If you still at your momma house
Question
How many spot in my section, I don't feel threatened, nah
I just want my spot, and respect nigga, y'all can have second
Look
If there's any rumors, I'm coolin I will not address em
F*ck all these niggas they gossip like bitches find something better to invest in
Wait
I got so many hits that I made a baseball team look like a f*cking little league
I got so many fits that I made your girl stop me in public and she don't wanna leave
I ain't ever change on nobody still tight with the same people, you know how it be
You know how it be
And I got a clean ass cut and a nice ass car and you prolly livin like Coach Steve
Yeah I bust my ass at everything I do so this chain on my neck prolly wasn't that cheap
I be counting bands right where I wake up and you still out here prolly counting them sheep
I ain't ever change on nobody still tight with the same people, you know how it be
You know how it be
And I got a clean ass cut and a nice ass car and you prolly livin like Coach Steve
I got so many hits that I made a baseball team look like a f*cking little league
I got so many fits that I made your girl stop me in public and she don't wanna leave
I ain't ever change on nobody still tight with the same people, you know how it be
You know how it be
And I got a clean ass cut and a nice ass car and you prolly livin like Coach Steve
Yeah I bust my ass at everything I do so this chain on my neck prolly wasn't that cheap
I be counting bands right where I wake up and you still out here prolly counting them sheep
I ain't ever change on nobody still tight with the same people, you know how it be
You know how it be
And I got a clean ass cut and a nice ass car and you prolly livin like Coach Steve
Sleepin on me like a mattress
Sleep
Leechin on me is a bad bitch
Ima seize the guap and then I stack it
Stack it
He too soft and he ain't have shit
I'm back on my shit and I'm back in this bitch and I probably won't ever leave
If I blow up, they'll think I'm an industry plant, that's why she wanting my seed
Hold up
Motherf*ckers really get it twisted like pizza like
Really is he on the shit that he about to brag about or
Is he really lyin for the clout chasin
I spoke my truth so please don't doubt again
It's amazing how I done always deliver
Now they gettin jealous and they all gettin bitter
Oh
The state of the game is all just whatever
I'm eating other rappers and I'm ordering dinner
My endorphins are callin to ball just whenever
Drop a song and they all say they bought it again bruh
I've been bossin you all been a loss it's whatever
Putt em all in a coffin, flow off em, beretta
Now we eatin like thanksgiving
I ain't Slim Shady but the stans with it
Some my songs dropping when her pants didn't
Wait
Now safe to say all that changed
Wait
I got so many hits that I made a baseball team look like a f*cking little league
I got so many fits that I made your girl stop me in public and she don't wanna leave
I ain't ever change on nobody still tight with the same people, you know how it be
You know how it be
And I got a clean ass cut and a nice ass car and you prolly livin like Coach Steve
Yeah I bust my ass at everything I do so this chain on my neck prolly wasn't that cheap
I be counting bands right where I wake up and you still out here prolly counting them sheep
I ain't ever change on nobody still tight with the same people, you know how it be
You know how it be
And I got a clean ass cut and a nice ass car and you prolly livin like Coach Steve
You know how it be
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Back on my shit
Hold up, wait hmm
Shit I never left
Another verse where I'm demanding respect
These niggas play foul, no callin a tech
They shootin shit down, no drawin a tek
Came from the gutter you hardly a threat
Go hard, I'm a vet, my foot it be all on they neck
Nothin new they call me the best
Hahaha
Hold up
Yeah yeah
F*ck is you talkin about
Final toast gon be the hardest shit out
No single dropped it and that's all word of mouth
Yeah
Nothin to talk about
Uh
They do it all for clout
Uh
How is you ballin now
Uh
If you still at your momma house
Question
How many spot in my section, I don't feel threatened, nah
I just want my spot, and respect nigga, y'all can have second
Look
If there's any rumors, I'm coolin I will not address em
F*ck all these niggas they gossip like bitches find something better to invest in
Wait
I got so many hits that I made a baseball team look like a f*cking little league
I got so many fits that I made your girl stop me in public and she don't wanna leave
I ain't ever change on nobody still tight with the same people, you know how it be
You know how it be
And I got a clean ass cut and a nice ass car and you prolly livin like Coach Steve
Yeah I bust my ass at everything I do so this chain on my neck prolly wasn't that cheap
I be counting bands right where I wake up and you still out here prolly counting them sheep
I ain't ever change on nobody still tight with the same people, you know how it be
You know how it be
And I got a clean ass cut and a nice ass car and you prolly livin like Coach Steve
Writer: Andre Gianfrocco, Yung Rhoam
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