Niggas still talking shit on my name like they don't know who the f*ck i an
Gltt Glttt bow
I dont say shit and ya bitch still get wet nigga
Stop Playin
Yea Yea Yea Yea
Is it cause of my fro and the way I let it flow in the air
Say my name 3 times watch ya hoe disappear
And i beef with the swine, I get chicken, smoke vegan
Pole reaching, hoe greasin, all 4 seasons
Wilding out they know i'm the man tho
Pull strings like a banjo
Getting top on top the car with no sandals
Her lace front be the handle
Dope i got supplied from the bando
Inside the burbs it was just the commando
They foreclose the crib and we set up the trap
Yea thats a million dollar crib we in there bussing the pack
Its Money
And homie keep up with ya thot cause she told me she love me
And keep that static to ya self cause this shit ah get ugly
Sadity like puffy
So you niggas cant touch me
The last nigga rushed the stage he got beat with his buddy
I put the pressure on myself like a shower head
And I ain't stopping til' my crowd is fed
Niggas want peso
Yea yea yea
Only gettin older as the days go
Yea ya yea
Kill a nigga put his ass up in da clouds he get a halo
Yea yea yea
Cus we still workin to da top, and we been slavin hours for da guap
Yaow yaow yaow
Yellow hoodie on tryna channel my solar plexus
Play the blocks like tetris
Riding round u know thats gold up in my necklace
Got goals of flying jets and getting money wit next bitch
My honeys I invest in
Might buy ha a pack and tell ha ha flip it
Romance with the advance I jack my dick to rising digits
Handsome and nice with bitches
Divine physics
Still rock the Calvin Klein britches when I dive in it
I heard they thought that i quit my art but this ain't that
Who the f*ck went and told these niggas that they can rap
Its the cynical, clinical channeling spiritual hacks
Goal is the pinnacle, I been working days in the trap
Yea yea, its Swacey Baby from the block they know that
(They know that)
I pull up know the gang is on that
Grabba from the store
Heat it mix the dope
I said heat it mix the dope
Niggas want peso
Yea yea yea
Only gettin older as the days go
Yea ya yea
Kill a nigga put his ass up in da clouds he get a halo
Yea yea yea
Cus we still workin to da top, and we been slavin hours for da guap
Yaow Yaow
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Niggas still talking shit on my name like they don't know who the f*ck i an
Gltt Glttt bow
I dont say shit and ya bitch still get wet nigga
Stop Playin
Yea Yea Yea Yea
Is it cause of my fro and the way I let it flow in the air
Say my name 3 times watch ya hoe disappear
And i beef with the swine, I get chicken, smoke vegan
Pole reaching, hoe greasin, all 4 seasons
Wilding out they know i'm the man tho
Pull strings like a banjo
Getting top on top the car with no sandals
Her lace front be the handle
Dope i got supplied from the bando
Inside the burbs it was just the commando
They foreclose the crib and we set up the trap
Yea thats a million dollar crib we in there bussing the pack
Its Money
And homie keep up with ya thot cause she told me she love me
And keep that static to ya self cause this shit ah get ugly
Sadity like puffy
So you niggas cant touch me
The last nigga rushed the stage he got beat with his buddy
I put the pressure on myself like a shower head
And I ain't stopping til' my crowd is fed
Niggas want peso
Yea yea yea
Only gettin older as the days go
Yea ya yea
Kill a nigga put his ass up in da clouds he get a halo
Yea yea yea
Cus we still workin to da top, and we been slavin hours for da guap
Yaow yaow yaow
Yellow hoodie on tryna channel my solar plexus
Play the blocks like tetris
Riding round u know thats gold up in my necklace
Got goals of flying jets and getting money wit next bitch
My honeys I invest in
Might buy ha a pack and tell ha ha flip it
Romance with the advance I jack my dick to rising digits
Handsome and nice with bitches
Divine physics
Still rock the Calvin Klein britches when I dive in it
I heard they thought that i quit my art but this ain't that
Who the f*ck went and told these niggas that they can rap
Its the cynical, clinical channeling spiritual hacks
Goal is the pinnacle, I been working days in the trap
Yea yea, its Swacey Baby from the block they know that
(They know that)
I pull up know the gang is on that
Grabba from the store
Heat it mix the dope
I said heat it mix the dope
Niggas want peso
Yea yea yea
Only gettin older as the days go
Yea ya yea
Kill a nigga put his ass up in da clouds he get a halo
Yea yea yea
Cus we still workin to da top, and we been slavin hours for da guap
Yaow Yaow
Gltt Glttt bow
I dont say shit and ya bitch still get wet nigga
Stop Playin
Yea Yea Yea Yea
Is it cause of my fro and the way I let it flow in the air
Say my name 3 times watch ya hoe disappear
And i beef with the swine, I get chicken, smoke vegan
Pole reaching, hoe greasin, all 4 seasons
Wilding out they know i'm the man tho
Pull strings like a banjo
Getting top on top the car with no sandals
Her lace front be the handle
Dope i got supplied from the bando
Inside the burbs it was just the commando
They foreclose the crib and we set up the trap
Yea thats a million dollar crib we in there bussing the pack
Its Money
And homie keep up with ya thot cause she told me she love me
And keep that static to ya self cause this shit ah get ugly
Sadity like puffy
So you niggas cant touch me
The last nigga rushed the stage he got beat with his buddy
I put the pressure on myself like a shower head
And I ain't stopping til' my crowd is fed
Niggas want peso
Yea yea yea
Only gettin older as the days go
Yea ya yea
Kill a nigga put his ass up in da clouds he get a halo
Yea yea yea
Cus we still workin to da top, and we been slavin hours for da guap
Yaow yaow yaow
Yellow hoodie on tryna channel my solar plexus
Play the blocks like tetris
Riding round u know thats gold up in my necklace
Got goals of flying jets and getting money wit next bitch
My honeys I invest in
Might buy ha a pack and tell ha ha flip it
Romance with the advance I jack my dick to rising digits
Handsome and nice with bitches
Divine physics
Still rock the Calvin Klein britches when I dive in it
I heard they thought that i quit my art but this ain't that
Who the f*ck went and told these niggas that they can rap
Its the cynical, clinical channeling spiritual hacks
Goal is the pinnacle, I been working days in the trap
Yea yea, its Swacey Baby from the block they know that
(They know that)
I pull up know the gang is on that
Grabba from the store
Heat it mix the dope
I said heat it mix the dope
Niggas want peso
Yea yea yea
Only gettin older as the days go
Yea ya yea
Kill a nigga put his ass up in da clouds he get a halo
Yea yea yea
Cus we still workin to da top, and we been slavin hours for da guap
Yaow Yaow
Writer: Andrew Thoms
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