Yeah
Alright
Bubba gon' hit the ground-
Look
Bubba gon' hit the ground running
That heat made him freeze now he stuck in the moment
Im running through em throw me my opponent
Im slicing shit up man i feel like the ronin
To get in the game you need more than a token
We making plays i left him i was open
I keep on a jacket my jewelry frozen
You niggas are pressed & im pushing the buttons
I know these niggas watching from a distance
My diamonds light up remind em of christmas
I get the point that these niggas be missing
TrenchmoneyMylex gon sing to the bitches
You niggas dont get it i aint gotta flip it
I just sit back & get brain like detention
Im beating the beat like a kid that don't listen
Its under the hat i feel like a magician
Now im getting started a nigga was tardy
We gone need a palace if we throw a party
Plus im plugged in i feel like im recharging
My niggas pushing that weight call it squatting
Dos got it on em he cant wait to pop it
I cant f*ck with niggas that change like a topic
I got the bomb & im finna drop it
You dont get money go work on your logic
We step on a nigga & leave em for dead
A ounce in the whip while we ducking the feds
The bullet a brain that bitch in the head
You can get toasted for touching the bread
These hoes want the white my bro got the sled
But I wanna fit 8 bitches in a bed
Yeah I'm with my brothers call it a pledge
You niggas soft i call em Ted
Oh thats your girl? i got her number
& she call me baby like she was my mother
When i reply she tell me its an honor
Then she got it off & I dont even touch her
BubbaDavinci his flow like some butter
You say you balling but you in the gutter
Im outer space i need me a shuttle
I dont agree all i do is rebuttle
Im living my life hella fast like im racing
That money be cripping i love them blue faces
I want white diamonds so call me a racist
This weed is exotic i know you can taste it
Oh you got a dime? so she gotta change
Fly through the sky like im saving the day
That money like books we turning the page
I killed another one its in the grave
Look!
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Yeah
Alright
Bubba gon' hit the ground-
Look
Bubba gon' hit the ground running
That heat made him freeze now he stuck in the moment
Im running through em throw me my opponent
Im slicing shit up man i feel like the ronin
To get in the game you need more than a token
We making plays i left him i was open
I keep on a jacket my jewelry frozen
You niggas are pressed & im pushing the buttons
I know these niggas watching from a distance
My diamonds light up remind em of christmas
I get the point that these niggas be missing
TrenchmoneyMylex gon sing to the bitches
You niggas dont get it i aint gotta flip it
I just sit back & get brain like detention
Im beating the beat like a kid that don't listen
Its under the hat i feel like a magician
Now im getting started a nigga was tardy
We gone need a palace if we throw a party
Plus im plugged in i feel like im recharging
My niggas pushing that weight call it squatting
Dos got it on em he cant wait to pop it
I cant f*ck with niggas that change like a topic
I got the bomb & im finna drop it
You dont get money go work on your logic
We step on a nigga & leave em for dead
A ounce in the whip while we ducking the feds
The bullet a brain that bitch in the head
You can get toasted for touching the bread
These hoes want the white my bro got the sled
But I wanna fit 8 bitches in a bed
Yeah I'm with my brothers call it a pledge
You niggas soft i call em Ted
Oh thats your girl? i got her number
& she call me baby like she was my mother
When i reply she tell me its an honor
Then she got it off & I dont even touch her
BubbaDavinci his flow like some butter
You say you balling but you in the gutter
Im outer space i need me a shuttle
I dont agree all i do is rebuttle
Im living my life hella fast like im racing
That money be cripping i love them blue faces
I want white diamonds so call me a racist
This weed is exotic i know you can taste it
Oh you got a dime? so she gotta change
Fly through the sky like im saving the day
That money like books we turning the page
I killed another one its in the grave
Look!
Alright
Bubba gon' hit the ground-
Look
Bubba gon' hit the ground running
That heat made him freeze now he stuck in the moment
Im running through em throw me my opponent
Im slicing shit up man i feel like the ronin
To get in the game you need more than a token
We making plays i left him i was open
I keep on a jacket my jewelry frozen
You niggas are pressed & im pushing the buttons
I know these niggas watching from a distance
My diamonds light up remind em of christmas
I get the point that these niggas be missing
TrenchmoneyMylex gon sing to the bitches
You niggas dont get it i aint gotta flip it
I just sit back & get brain like detention
Im beating the beat like a kid that don't listen
Its under the hat i feel like a magician
Now im getting started a nigga was tardy
We gone need a palace if we throw a party
Plus im plugged in i feel like im recharging
My niggas pushing that weight call it squatting
Dos got it on em he cant wait to pop it
I cant f*ck with niggas that change like a topic
I got the bomb & im finna drop it
You dont get money go work on your logic
We step on a nigga & leave em for dead
A ounce in the whip while we ducking the feds
The bullet a brain that bitch in the head
You can get toasted for touching the bread
These hoes want the white my bro got the sled
But I wanna fit 8 bitches in a bed
Yeah I'm with my brothers call it a pledge
You niggas soft i call em Ted
Oh thats your girl? i got her number
& she call me baby like she was my mother
When i reply she tell me its an honor
Then she got it off & I dont even touch her
BubbaDavinci his flow like some butter
You say you balling but you in the gutter
Im outer space i need me a shuttle
I dont agree all i do is rebuttle
Im living my life hella fast like im racing
That money be cripping i love them blue faces
I want white diamonds so call me a racist
This weed is exotic i know you can taste it
Oh you got a dime? so she gotta change
Fly through the sky like im saving the day
That money like books we turning the page
I killed another one its in the grave
Look!
Writer: Trevor Hopkins
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid