Bro got baguette that right on his bale
Don't love that bitch she still pay for my bail
I can't take a L got rich nigga smell
Call Bam to the trap got new packs in the mail
I'm tryna make it out get a chain that weigh a kilo
Yo bitch she gon' come to my house she drunk as shit off the Tito
Eat me up like Doritos smoking on gas smell like Fritos
Take your shit like I'm D-Bo don't wanna choose I want each hoe
They went and got me for robbing that bitch I smoke on exotic now I'm leaving stuck
We playing hockey we got hella sticks I catch lil shh and his head be the puck
No bitch I don't give a f*ck I'm finna slide up right up in the truck
Yeah doo-doo-doo-doo better duck pray you to God you gon' need you some luck
She want a real nigga tuff she don't f*ck with broke boy you know that must suck
Givenchy we stepping with Christian V lessons yeah we used to be broke now we running it up
I was so trapped out now they stopped me in my tracks now I gotta find a place
Baby bring me your back out and I break in now just eat me up and clean your plate
You know I bring the slats out on the back block we got all the tools and all the rakes
Run this shit and I can't stop and I'm too great tell the crackers pay me up the rate
I'm just gon' stay with my snakes but you know I cannot f*ck with no fake
You try to f*ck with me you late Not focused on you out here stacking this cake
You fried bitch burnt you baked so go head do you and just stay out my way
Too real can't do a remake can't never copy this I drip different flavs
Enceno ecano I need a side note
I need a side hoe she singing them high notes
These niggas they pussy I beating hermano
Run this shit like the lotto that shit hit the motto
You can catch me in the three I got my shoes on it's no need me to slip
You know I'm banging the B but I know a G and he banging the crip
I chuck double C but my brother a blood
He get out of body I'm swinging on cuz
He get out of body he swinging on blood
Ain't no extra comments it is what it was
The economics ain't been hittin' for shit I been spittin I'm tryna show these niggas I'm different
I need y'all to listen
Plus the drugs in my body be probably the reason why I'm shifting
Yeah huh yeah I'ma spark my blunt but don't even think bout reaching out your hand
My dukes say I smoke too much but sober days never been the band
Can't say I don't need no help but I'ma always be a man
And I only serve top shelf so hit my phone I bring it where you at
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Bro got baguette that right on his bale
Don't love that bitch she still pay for my bail
I can't take a L got rich nigga smell
Call Bam to the trap got new packs in the mail
I'm tryna make it out get a chain that weigh a kilo
Yo bitch she gon' come to my house she drunk as shit off the Tito
Eat me up like Doritos smoking on gas smell like Fritos
Take your shit like I'm D-Bo don't wanna choose I want each hoe
They went and got me for robbing that bitch I smoke on exotic now I'm leaving stuck
We playing hockey we got hella sticks I catch lil shh and his head be the puck
No bitch I don't give a f*ck I'm finna slide up right up in the truck
Yeah doo-doo-doo-doo better duck pray you to God you gon' need you some luck
She want a real nigga tuff she don't f*ck with broke boy you know that must suck
Givenchy we stepping with Christian V lessons yeah we used to be broke now we running it up
I was so trapped out now they stopped me in my tracks now I gotta find a place
Baby bring me your back out and I break in now just eat me up and clean your plate
You know I bring the slats out on the back block we got all the tools and all the rakes
Run this shit and I can't stop and I'm too great tell the crackers pay me up the rate
I'm just gon' stay with my snakes but you know I cannot f*ck with no fake
You try to f*ck with me you late Not focused on you out here stacking this cake
You fried bitch burnt you baked so go head do you and just stay out my way
Too real can't do a remake can't never copy this I drip different flavs
Enceno ecano I need a side note
I need a side hoe she singing them high notes
These niggas they pussy I beating hermano
Run this shit like the lotto that shit hit the motto
You can catch me in the three I got my shoes on it's no need me to slip
You know I'm banging the B but I know a G and he banging the crip
I chuck double C but my brother a blood
He get out of body I'm swinging on cuz
He get out of body he swinging on blood
Ain't no extra comments it is what it was
The economics ain't been hittin' for shit I been spittin I'm tryna show these niggas I'm different
I need y'all to listen
Plus the drugs in my body be probably the reason why I'm shifting
Yeah huh yeah I'ma spark my blunt but don't even think bout reaching out your hand
My dukes say I smoke too much but sober days never been the band
Can't say I don't need no help but I'ma always be a man
And I only serve top shelf so hit my phone I bring it where you at
Don't love that bitch she still pay for my bail
I can't take a L got rich nigga smell
Call Bam to the trap got new packs in the mail
I'm tryna make it out get a chain that weigh a kilo
Yo bitch she gon' come to my house she drunk as shit off the Tito
Eat me up like Doritos smoking on gas smell like Fritos
Take your shit like I'm D-Bo don't wanna choose I want each hoe
They went and got me for robbing that bitch I smoke on exotic now I'm leaving stuck
We playing hockey we got hella sticks I catch lil shh and his head be the puck
No bitch I don't give a f*ck I'm finna slide up right up in the truck
Yeah doo-doo-doo-doo better duck pray you to God you gon' need you some luck
She want a real nigga tuff she don't f*ck with broke boy you know that must suck
Givenchy we stepping with Christian V lessons yeah we used to be broke now we running it up
I was so trapped out now they stopped me in my tracks now I gotta find a place
Baby bring me your back out and I break in now just eat me up and clean your plate
You know I bring the slats out on the back block we got all the tools and all the rakes
Run this shit and I can't stop and I'm too great tell the crackers pay me up the rate
I'm just gon' stay with my snakes but you know I cannot f*ck with no fake
You try to f*ck with me you late Not focused on you out here stacking this cake
You fried bitch burnt you baked so go head do you and just stay out my way
Too real can't do a remake can't never copy this I drip different flavs
Enceno ecano I need a side note
I need a side hoe she singing them high notes
These niggas they pussy I beating hermano
Run this shit like the lotto that shit hit the motto
You can catch me in the three I got my shoes on it's no need me to slip
You know I'm banging the B but I know a G and he banging the crip
I chuck double C but my brother a blood
He get out of body I'm swinging on cuz
He get out of body he swinging on blood
Ain't no extra comments it is what it was
The economics ain't been hittin' for shit I been spittin I'm tryna show these niggas I'm different
I need y'all to listen
Plus the drugs in my body be probably the reason why I'm shifting
Yeah huh yeah I'ma spark my blunt but don't even think bout reaching out your hand
My dukes say I smoke too much but sober days never been the band
Can't say I don't need no help but I'ma always be a man
And I only serve top shelf so hit my phone I bring it where you at
Writer: Izaiah Conway
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