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Let Dreams Be Noticed - ON A MISSION Lyrics




Getcha ya guap getcha your paper up
I heard you been fakes f*ck
Blast caps wit the latest pumps
Pack stacks in the greatest blunts
Hol up
Well we roll up
Yea I told ya that we wit it
Bring the poll up
To expose ya
On a mission
From rags to riches

I get the packs and I'm shipping them south
Can't fuch with these thots
Gotta the f*ck out
Keep my name out ya mouth
You a lame
And be faking for clout
3gs
Yea I smoke to the face
SOS we chilling deep at the place
Rolling up boof in the stu
My dawg gon pull up and shoot for the loot
Stacking these bucks to the roof
F*ck you and all of your crew
Chilling wit 2tone
You know what it do
I got the low then I move
Pull up be packing
I pull up and shoot
Brown hunnids
Nah them hunnids aint blue
Touch my mans and will pull up wit do
Jugging finessing getting to the loot

Getcha ya guap getcha your paper up
I heard you been fakes f*ck
Blast caps wit the latest pumps
Pack stacks in the greatest blunts
Hol up
Well we roll up
Yea I told ya that we wit it
Bring the poll up
To expose ya
On a mission
From rags to riches

Yea i'm coolin in the spot
And i'm wit my team
Play and you get dropped
Pumping out these tracks
Yea ion never stop
Just know in my city we at the top
She steady calling my phone ion answer
Cuz money calling bitch i said see u later
I ain't lacking stay sharp like a razor
I know sum niggas serve you shots like a waiter
Someone tell me you how yo ass is down bad
If you need sum money then just come get a pack
Steady talking like yo ass got a strap
Better back it up ain't no going back
I ain't cappin bitch i only spit facts
Ain't no snitching said no names in my tracks
I ain't cappin bitch i only spit facts
Ain't no snitching said no names in my tracks

Getcha ya guap getcha your paper up
I heard you been fakes f*ck
Blast caps wit the latest pumps
Pack stacks in the greatest blunts
Hol up
Well we roll up
Yea I told ya that we wit it
Bring the poll up
To expose ya
On a mission
From rags to riches

Put this shit on pause LB took a minute
Kitanas gone split yo insiders jus like a dentist
We pull up we riddin like 87 no peasants
Now we stackin bands and you niggas is actin senseless

We gon hit us a lick
Lil nigga a snitch da choppa gon muf*ckin finish you
All my niggas is rich you ain't used to dis why you actin tuff you ain't finna shoot

When she suck on that sack it replenish
Bitches bouncin I ain't playin tennis
This new wave is that shit I invented
Pull up spray I got Mack's in the Bentley

Wit the gang we got whole lotta pennies
Pretty penny she workin at Denny's
Please don't push it my niggas stay ready
Strap him up wit a pump an machete

Getcha ya guap getcha your paper up
I heard you been fakes f*ck
Blast caps wit the latest pumps
Pack stacks in the greatest blunts
Hol up
Well we roll up
Yea I told ya that we wit it
Bring the poll up
To expose ya
On a mission
From rags to riches
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Getcha ya guap getcha your paper up
I heard you been fakes f*ck
Blast caps wit the latest pumps
Pack stacks in the greatest blunts
Hol up
Well we roll up
Yea I told ya that we wit it
Bring the poll up
To expose ya
On a mission
From rags to riches

I get the packs and I'm shipping them south
Can't fuch with these thots
Gotta the f*ck out
Keep my name out ya mouth
You a lame
And be faking for clout
3gs
Yea I smoke to the face
SOS we chilling deep at the place
Rolling up boof in the stu
My dawg gon pull up and shoot for the loot
Stacking these bucks to the roof
F*ck you and all of your crew
Chilling wit 2tone
You know what it do
I got the low then I move
Pull up be packing
I pull up and shoot
Brown hunnids
Nah them hunnids aint blue
Touch my mans and will pull up wit do
Jugging finessing getting to the loot

Getcha ya guap getcha your paper up
I heard you been fakes f*ck
Blast caps wit the latest pumps
Pack stacks in the greatest blunts
Hol up
Well we roll up
Yea I told ya that we wit it
Bring the poll up
To expose ya
On a mission
From rags to riches

Yea i'm coolin in the spot
And i'm wit my team
Play and you get dropped
Pumping out these tracks
Yea ion never stop
Just know in my city we at the top
She steady calling my phone ion answer
Cuz money calling bitch i said see u later
I ain't lacking stay sharp like a razor
I know sum niggas serve you shots like a waiter
Someone tell me you how yo ass is down bad
If you need sum money then just come get a pack
Steady talking like yo ass got a strap
Better back it up ain't no going back
I ain't cappin bitch i only spit facts
Ain't no snitching said no names in my tracks
I ain't cappin bitch i only spit facts
Ain't no snitching said no names in my tracks

Getcha ya guap getcha your paper up
I heard you been fakes f*ck
Blast caps wit the latest pumps
Pack stacks in the greatest blunts
Hol up
Well we roll up
Yea I told ya that we wit it
Bring the poll up
To expose ya
On a mission
From rags to riches

Put this shit on pause LB took a minute
Kitanas gone split yo insiders jus like a dentist
We pull up we riddin like 87 no peasants
Now we stackin bands and you niggas is actin senseless

We gon hit us a lick
Lil nigga a snitch da choppa gon muf*ckin finish you
All my niggas is rich you ain't used to dis why you actin tuff you ain't finna shoot

When she suck on that sack it replenish
Bitches bouncin I ain't playin tennis
This new wave is that shit I invented
Pull up spray I got Mack's in the Bentley

Wit the gang we got whole lotta pennies
Pretty penny she workin at Denny's
Please don't push it my niggas stay ready
Strap him up wit a pump an machete

Getcha ya guap getcha your paper up
I heard you been fakes f*ck
Blast caps wit the latest pumps
Pack stacks in the greatest blunts
Hol up
Well we roll up
Yea I told ya that we wit it
Bring the poll up
To expose ya
On a mission
From rags to riches
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Writer: Aydan Brown, Ben Jackson, Kye Clayton, Likambo Ramba
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