Call me bron
20 years up in it
Couldn't even kill my imagine
Wea the packs
Tryna get the bows
The plug know ima send
Hit the Bitch
Didn't even text her bacc
She still know I'm that nigga
6 niggas
We all parlbearls
Real grave diggas
Idk
Who I hang around
Just know that we some killas
Clutchin iron
Always on my mind
Like braids on niggas
Getting paper
Always on my mind
Like shades on bitches
Different Glocks
& exotic za
We stay on pivot
Do or don't
If you don't ya die
Make ya moma cry
Take my blessing
Then I thank the lord
& look up in sky
Then I think
Looking at my past
Now watch my pass by
Put a number
In as Popeyes
Yk the biscuits dry
Old soul
I'll tell a joke
But never tell a lie
Trap jumping
Doing crazy numbers
I damn near think I'm Kai
Say we opps
Stand on top my pape
Now who the biggest guy
They said what ?
& they acting tuff
Let's go get em na
Black scats
& a big ole gat
He won't leave da house
That's a bet
Call this triple threat
Ima shoot em out
Set backs
Made me fall bacc
Like I need all that
Life a gamble
But I take my chances
I need all racks
Paper route
That shit built in me
Shoutout dolph yea
Bout my bruddas
I ain't got no mind
I'm with allet
Nick nack
Don't do tit fa tat
You get paddy whack
Watch yo bro
Ill wipe his nose
You'll think im slatt
Hot head
Once you take me there
You can't take me bacc
Most you niggas
Should be fitted up
All you niggas all cap
Everything can't go yo way
This ain't Burger King
Damn this Nîgga do what hoes say
Who made this Nîgga king
Call me Jordan I keep 23
But bro got 33
Martian Luther I got big dreams
Can't kill my esteem
Want smoke can't even catch fire
Them niggas just a steem
Ghost Glock w a 30 stick
It got different beams
Trap boomin just like metro
We got different beats
Jimmy butler in da play offs
They can't take the heat
Niggas suckas
& they really busta
I'm living sucka free
Tank Davis
When we in the ring
The Bx can't fw me
It don't cost
To make you a lost
Just get yo shots fa free
Wanna boss
Gotta pay the cost
Ain't shit gone come fa free
Never lost
Cause I got the sauce
Now come get in with me
Get it off
I can hit the plug like damn near twice a week
Niggas hating
In this generation
Some shit I hate to see
Stay complacent
Bout my fuccin self
I can't miss a beat
Now a later
Don't do show times
Don't do demonstration
Fake gangsta
Toting fake paper
Yea look it's persuasive
Keep shots when I round around fill em up with chasers
He then played now he gotta lay make em meet his maker
Stack fa stack we can go rack fa rack John gone handle
Me & g we go back to back look like men in black
Hit up p when I need it back know he got the pack
Hit up p when I need it back know he got the pack
Hit up b know he throwing c's money grow from trees
Hit up Matt in the Honda cat can't even play w 3
Jb getting to da green we some money feens
Cash addicts & we money addicts blow this shit with ease
Cash addicts & we money addicts blow this shit with ease
And we blow this shit with ease
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English
Call me bron
20 years up in it
Couldn't even kill my imagine
Wea the packs
Tryna get the bows
The plug know ima send
Hit the Bitch
Didn't even text her bacc
She still know I'm that nigga
6 niggas
We all parlbearls
Real grave diggas
Idk
Who I hang around
Just know that we some killas
Clutchin iron
Always on my mind
Like braids on niggas
Getting paper
Always on my mind
Like shades on bitches
Different Glocks
& exotic za
We stay on pivot
Do or don't
If you don't ya die
Make ya moma cry
Take my blessing
Then I thank the lord
& look up in sky
Then I think
Looking at my past
Now watch my pass by
Put a number
In as Popeyes
Yk the biscuits dry
Old soul
I'll tell a joke
But never tell a lie
Trap jumping
Doing crazy numbers
I damn near think I'm Kai
Say we opps
Stand on top my pape
Now who the biggest guy
They said what ?
& they acting tuff
Let's go get em na
Black scats
& a big ole gat
He won't leave da house
That's a bet
Call this triple threat
Ima shoot em out
Set backs
Made me fall bacc
Like I need all that
Life a gamble
But I take my chances
I need all racks
Paper route
That shit built in me
Shoutout dolph yea
Bout my bruddas
I ain't got no mind
I'm with allet
Nick nack
Don't do tit fa tat
You get paddy whack
Watch yo bro
Ill wipe his nose
You'll think im slatt
Hot head
Once you take me there
You can't take me bacc
Most you niggas
Should be fitted up
All you niggas all cap
Everything can't go yo way
This ain't Burger King
Damn this Nîgga do what hoes say
Who made this Nîgga king
Call me Jordan I keep 23
But bro got 33
Martian Luther I got big dreams
Can't kill my esteem
Want smoke can't even catch fire
Them niggas just a steem
Ghost Glock w a 30 stick
It got different beams
Trap boomin just like metro
We got different beats
Jimmy butler in da play offs
They can't take the heat
Niggas suckas
& they really busta
I'm living sucka free
Tank Davis
When we in the ring
The Bx can't fw me
It don't cost
To make you a lost
Just get yo shots fa free
Wanna boss
Gotta pay the cost
Ain't shit gone come fa free
Never lost
Cause I got the sauce
Now come get in with me
Get it off
I can hit the plug like damn near twice a week
Niggas hating
In this generation
Some shit I hate to see
Stay complacent
Bout my fuccin self
I can't miss a beat
Now a later
Don't do show times
Don't do demonstration
Fake gangsta
Toting fake paper
Yea look it's persuasive
Keep shots when I round around fill em up with chasers
He then played now he gotta lay make em meet his maker
Stack fa stack we can go rack fa rack John gone handle
Me & g we go back to back look like men in black
Hit up p when I need it back know he got the pack
Hit up p when I need it back know he got the pack
Hit up b know he throwing c's money grow from trees
Hit up Matt in the Honda cat can't even play w 3
Jb getting to da green we some money feens
Cash addicts & we money addicts blow this shit with ease
Cash addicts & we money addicts blow this shit with ease
And we blow this shit with ease
20 years up in it
Couldn't even kill my imagine
Wea the packs
Tryna get the bows
The plug know ima send
Hit the Bitch
Didn't even text her bacc
She still know I'm that nigga
6 niggas
We all parlbearls
Real grave diggas
Idk
Who I hang around
Just know that we some killas
Clutchin iron
Always on my mind
Like braids on niggas
Getting paper
Always on my mind
Like shades on bitches
Different Glocks
& exotic za
We stay on pivot
Do or don't
If you don't ya die
Make ya moma cry
Take my blessing
Then I thank the lord
& look up in sky
Then I think
Looking at my past
Now watch my pass by
Put a number
In as Popeyes
Yk the biscuits dry
Old soul
I'll tell a joke
But never tell a lie
Trap jumping
Doing crazy numbers
I damn near think I'm Kai
Say we opps
Stand on top my pape
Now who the biggest guy
They said what ?
& they acting tuff
Let's go get em na
Black scats
& a big ole gat
He won't leave da house
That's a bet
Call this triple threat
Ima shoot em out
Set backs
Made me fall bacc
Like I need all that
Life a gamble
But I take my chances
I need all racks
Paper route
That shit built in me
Shoutout dolph yea
Bout my bruddas
I ain't got no mind
I'm with allet
Nick nack
Don't do tit fa tat
You get paddy whack
Watch yo bro
Ill wipe his nose
You'll think im slatt
Hot head
Once you take me there
You can't take me bacc
Most you niggas
Should be fitted up
All you niggas all cap
Everything can't go yo way
This ain't Burger King
Damn this Nîgga do what hoes say
Who made this Nîgga king
Call me Jordan I keep 23
But bro got 33
Martian Luther I got big dreams
Can't kill my esteem
Want smoke can't even catch fire
Them niggas just a steem
Ghost Glock w a 30 stick
It got different beams
Trap boomin just like metro
We got different beats
Jimmy butler in da play offs
They can't take the heat
Niggas suckas
& they really busta
I'm living sucka free
Tank Davis
When we in the ring
The Bx can't fw me
It don't cost
To make you a lost
Just get yo shots fa free
Wanna boss
Gotta pay the cost
Ain't shit gone come fa free
Never lost
Cause I got the sauce
Now come get in with me
Get it off
I can hit the plug like damn near twice a week
Niggas hating
In this generation
Some shit I hate to see
Stay complacent
Bout my fuccin self
I can't miss a beat
Now a later
Don't do show times
Don't do demonstration
Fake gangsta
Toting fake paper
Yea look it's persuasive
Keep shots when I round around fill em up with chasers
He then played now he gotta lay make em meet his maker
Stack fa stack we can go rack fa rack John gone handle
Me & g we go back to back look like men in black
Hit up p when I need it back know he got the pack
Hit up p when I need it back know he got the pack
Hit up b know he throwing c's money grow from trees
Hit up Matt in the Honda cat can't even play w 3
Jb getting to da green we some money feens
Cash addicts & we money addicts blow this shit with ease
Cash addicts & we money addicts blow this shit with ease
And we blow this shit with ease
Writer: Dorion Raymond
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid