Shit I hop up on the scene now they looking yeah it's my way
Bad little bitch now we swerving down the high way
Talkin on the gang we gon leave you lookin sideways, Aye
Didn't come for money I just came to win
And she said she really love me but she love to sin, so f*ck a friend
If I started from the bottom yeah I'd do this shit again
Take my plan get my brothers and we flying to Japan wit a band
Bro you better take a trip or take a loss
I don't really give a f*ck you check my fit and see the sauce
I been plotting since a youngin just so I could be the boss
Now i'm ballin on these bitches like I'm running from the ops
On the blocks selling rocks cuz I had to get my money straight
Fakes hate till you great then they imitate
Look I gotta go, tired of working 9 to 5 I know I gotta blow
Shit I took the bag and blew it but I made it on a show
Got it for the low and slung it from the pack
No cap, why you juggin? know the pressure make you snap
Got a rack, with my baby in the trap
That girl lookin like a snack when she buss it from the back, who that?
Sweet sip my drip it on call
You flex for that clout I ball like John wall, he fall (I ball)
Go kill a rat and get em solved
Two tone drip you can't get it from a mall
Bro you want it then you got it, you just gotta chase the bag
Check the fit, check the tag, check the mag, I'm a dog and you a drag, put a semi in the bag
F*ck a lag, it's a wrap, ima hang him on the flag
Blast off smokin on that gas it take my ass off
Pass off shit I feel like Future rockin Mask Off
Wax on wax off, bro don't f*ck with wack talk
I was in my room just making music on a laptop
But where were you? I was grinding in the stu
Now my hundreds lookin blue and you just lookin like a fool
God damn I'm the man got my money on demand
Turned your bitch into a fan and now she f*ckin for the bands damn
Came from nothing made something I took the check and I thumbed it
I said I wanted a hundred I take a toke and I run it
Tip toe I'm crossing the summit these haters wish on my plummet
But I don't live on a budget, they sell they souls now they puppets
That's alright that's OK you just lucky it's a good day
Other way I buss it down and break him like it's 2K
No way bitches on my dick so I go olé
All you sound the same shit it's really getting touché
Shit I hop up on the scene (Yeah, aye)
Then I pop another bean (Pop another bean)
Bad bitch and she rocking with the team
Now they looking my way when I walk up on the scene, god damn
Shit I hop up on the scene now they looking yeah it's my way
Bad little bitch now we swerving down the high way
Talkin on the gang we gon leave you lookin sideways, Aye
Didn't come for money I just came to win
And she said she really love me but she love to sin, so f*ck a friend
If I started from the bottom yeah I'd do this shit again
Take my plan get my brothers and we flying to japan wit a band
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Shit I hop up on the scene now they looking yeah it's my way
Bad little bitch now we swerving down the high way
Talkin on the gang we gon leave you lookin sideways, Aye
Didn't come for money I just came to win
And she said she really love me but she love to sin, so f*ck a friend
If I started from the bottom yeah I'd do this shit again
Take my plan get my brothers and we flying to Japan wit a band
Bro you better take a trip or take a loss
I don't really give a f*ck you check my fit and see the sauce
I been plotting since a youngin just so I could be the boss
Now i'm ballin on these bitches like I'm running from the ops
On the blocks selling rocks cuz I had to get my money straight
Fakes hate till you great then they imitate
Look I gotta go, tired of working 9 to 5 I know I gotta blow
Shit I took the bag and blew it but I made it on a show
Got it for the low and slung it from the pack
No cap, why you juggin? know the pressure make you snap
Got a rack, with my baby in the trap
That girl lookin like a snack when she buss it from the back, who that?
Sweet sip my drip it on call
You flex for that clout I ball like John wall, he fall (I ball)
Go kill a rat and get em solved
Two tone drip you can't get it from a mall
Bro you want it then you got it, you just gotta chase the bag
Check the fit, check the tag, check the mag, I'm a dog and you a drag, put a semi in the bag
F*ck a lag, it's a wrap, ima hang him on the flag
Blast off smokin on that gas it take my ass off
Pass off shit I feel like Future rockin Mask Off
Wax on wax off, bro don't f*ck with wack talk
I was in my room just making music on a laptop
But where were you? I was grinding in the stu
Now my hundreds lookin blue and you just lookin like a fool
God damn I'm the man got my money on demand
Turned your bitch into a fan and now she f*ckin for the bands damn
Came from nothing made something I took the check and I thumbed it
I said I wanted a hundred I take a toke and I run it
Tip toe I'm crossing the summit these haters wish on my plummet
But I don't live on a budget, they sell they souls now they puppets
That's alright that's OK you just lucky it's a good day
Other way I buss it down and break him like it's 2K
No way bitches on my dick so I go olé
All you sound the same shit it's really getting touché
Shit I hop up on the scene (Yeah, aye)
Then I pop another bean (Pop another bean)
Bad bitch and she rocking with the team
Now they looking my way when I walk up on the scene, god damn
Shit I hop up on the scene now they looking yeah it's my way
Bad little bitch now we swerving down the high way
Talkin on the gang we gon leave you lookin sideways, Aye
Didn't come for money I just came to win
And she said she really love me but she love to sin, so f*ck a friend
If I started from the bottom yeah I'd do this shit again
Take my plan get my brothers and we flying to japan wit a band
Bad little bitch now we swerving down the high way
Talkin on the gang we gon leave you lookin sideways, Aye
Didn't come for money I just came to win
And she said she really love me but she love to sin, so f*ck a friend
If I started from the bottom yeah I'd do this shit again
Take my plan get my brothers and we flying to Japan wit a band
Bro you better take a trip or take a loss
I don't really give a f*ck you check my fit and see the sauce
I been plotting since a youngin just so I could be the boss
Now i'm ballin on these bitches like I'm running from the ops
On the blocks selling rocks cuz I had to get my money straight
Fakes hate till you great then they imitate
Look I gotta go, tired of working 9 to 5 I know I gotta blow
Shit I took the bag and blew it but I made it on a show
Got it for the low and slung it from the pack
No cap, why you juggin? know the pressure make you snap
Got a rack, with my baby in the trap
That girl lookin like a snack when she buss it from the back, who that?
Sweet sip my drip it on call
You flex for that clout I ball like John wall, he fall (I ball)
Go kill a rat and get em solved
Two tone drip you can't get it from a mall
Bro you want it then you got it, you just gotta chase the bag
Check the fit, check the tag, check the mag, I'm a dog and you a drag, put a semi in the bag
F*ck a lag, it's a wrap, ima hang him on the flag
Blast off smokin on that gas it take my ass off
Pass off shit I feel like Future rockin Mask Off
Wax on wax off, bro don't f*ck with wack talk
I was in my room just making music on a laptop
But where were you? I was grinding in the stu
Now my hundreds lookin blue and you just lookin like a fool
God damn I'm the man got my money on demand
Turned your bitch into a fan and now she f*ckin for the bands damn
Came from nothing made something I took the check and I thumbed it
I said I wanted a hundred I take a toke and I run it
Tip toe I'm crossing the summit these haters wish on my plummet
But I don't live on a budget, they sell they souls now they puppets
That's alright that's OK you just lucky it's a good day
Other way I buss it down and break him like it's 2K
No way bitches on my dick so I go olé
All you sound the same shit it's really getting touché
Shit I hop up on the scene (Yeah, aye)
Then I pop another bean (Pop another bean)
Bad bitch and she rocking with the team
Now they looking my way when I walk up on the scene, god damn
Shit I hop up on the scene now they looking yeah it's my way
Bad little bitch now we swerving down the high way
Talkin on the gang we gon leave you lookin sideways, Aye
Didn't come for money I just came to win
And she said she really love me but she love to sin, so f*ck a friend
If I started from the bottom yeah I'd do this shit again
Take my plan get my brothers and we flying to japan wit a band
Writer: Aidan Goldfield
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid