(Yeah, yea, yea, yeah)
First i getta bag (Bag)
Double then i flp it (Flip it)
Pull up with a bucket (Bucket)
Make these rappers kick it (Kick it)
Me and all ma niggaz we too shlime we too shticky (We too shticky yeh)
That bitch got a vibe and she ma type she a freaky (Yea)
These days trust nobody when i sleep i got a pole
On phonecall they're my friends but in real life they're all my foes
All that typa shit done f*cked me up but on the low
Done f*cked up ma mental but it won't f*ck up ma soul
All these flows i gat but keep it solid
All ma friends aint my friends that's how i call it
But i come from the pole im too cold
And i stay on ma feet on ma toes
Everyday i wake think about money money
Sleepin on me then you a dummy dummy
I heard em say i won't make it but its just assumptions
Heard em sayin that im cursed i trust i God's timing
All this pressure it done proved that im a diamon'
All that pressure it don't phase me i be shining
Man these niggas can't shtaap me
First they gotta find me
Man thee niggaz fumblin
Man thee niggaz nothin
Drop ah opp just to know it feels
Lost sum family and i know how it feels
Fight ma demons and im drinking all these pills
Im so cold man i swear i done gave me chills
Used to have puddles on ma pillows i was cryin
Now i got puddles on thee shkreets my drip is timeless
They can't deny us
They can't deny us
F*ck all these niggaz allah these haters lowkey admire us
(034 .047 Shit get hard but i stay solid mahn)
(Yeah, yea, yea, yeah)
First i getta bag (Bag)
Double then i flp it (Flip it)
Pull up with a bucket (Bucket)
Make these rappers kick it (Kick it)
Me and all ma niggaz we too shlime we too shticky (We too shticky yeh)
That bitch got a vibe and she ma type she a freaky (Yea)
These days trust nobody when i sleep i got a pole
On phonecall they're my friends but in real life they're all my foes
All that typa shit done f*cked me up but on the low
Done f*cked up ma mental but it won't f*ck up ma soul
All these flows i gat but keep it solid
All ma friends aint my friends that's how i call it
But i come from the pole im too cold
And i stay on ma feet on ma toes
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English
(Yeah, yea, yea, yeah)
First i getta bag (Bag)
Double then i flp it (Flip it)
Pull up with a bucket (Bucket)
Make these rappers kick it (Kick it)
Me and all ma niggaz we too shlime we too shticky (We too shticky yeh)
That bitch got a vibe and she ma type she a freaky (Yea)
These days trust nobody when i sleep i got a pole
On phonecall they're my friends but in real life they're all my foes
All that typa shit done f*cked me up but on the low
Done f*cked up ma mental but it won't f*ck up ma soul
All these flows i gat but keep it solid
All ma friends aint my friends that's how i call it
But i come from the pole im too cold
And i stay on ma feet on ma toes
Everyday i wake think about money money
Sleepin on me then you a dummy dummy
I heard em say i won't make it but its just assumptions
Heard em sayin that im cursed i trust i God's timing
All this pressure it done proved that im a diamon'
All that pressure it don't phase me i be shining
Man these niggas can't shtaap me
First they gotta find me
Man thee niggaz fumblin
Man thee niggaz nothin
Drop ah opp just to know it feels
Lost sum family and i know how it feels
Fight ma demons and im drinking all these pills
Im so cold man i swear i done gave me chills
Used to have puddles on ma pillows i was cryin
Now i got puddles on thee shkreets my drip is timeless
They can't deny us
They can't deny us
F*ck all these niggaz allah these haters lowkey admire us
(034 .047 Shit get hard but i stay solid mahn)
(Yeah, yea, yea, yeah)
First i getta bag (Bag)
Double then i flp it (Flip it)
Pull up with a bucket (Bucket)
Make these rappers kick it (Kick it)
Me and all ma niggaz we too shlime we too shticky (We too shticky yeh)
That bitch got a vibe and she ma type she a freaky (Yea)
These days trust nobody when i sleep i got a pole
On phonecall they're my friends but in real life they're all my foes
All that typa shit done f*cked me up but on the low
Done f*cked up ma mental but it won't f*ck up ma soul
All these flows i gat but keep it solid
All ma friends aint my friends that's how i call it
But i come from the pole im too cold
And i stay on ma feet on ma toes
First i getta bag (Bag)
Double then i flp it (Flip it)
Pull up with a bucket (Bucket)
Make these rappers kick it (Kick it)
Me and all ma niggaz we too shlime we too shticky (We too shticky yeh)
That bitch got a vibe and she ma type she a freaky (Yea)
These days trust nobody when i sleep i got a pole
On phonecall they're my friends but in real life they're all my foes
All that typa shit done f*cked me up but on the low
Done f*cked up ma mental but it won't f*ck up ma soul
All these flows i gat but keep it solid
All ma friends aint my friends that's how i call it
But i come from the pole im too cold
And i stay on ma feet on ma toes
Everyday i wake think about money money
Sleepin on me then you a dummy dummy
I heard em say i won't make it but its just assumptions
Heard em sayin that im cursed i trust i God's timing
All this pressure it done proved that im a diamon'
All that pressure it don't phase me i be shining
Man these niggas can't shtaap me
First they gotta find me
Man thee niggaz fumblin
Man thee niggaz nothin
Drop ah opp just to know it feels
Lost sum family and i know how it feels
Fight ma demons and im drinking all these pills
Im so cold man i swear i done gave me chills
Used to have puddles on ma pillows i was cryin
Now i got puddles on thee shkreets my drip is timeless
They can't deny us
They can't deny us
F*ck all these niggaz allah these haters lowkey admire us
(034 .047 Shit get hard but i stay solid mahn)
(Yeah, yea, yea, yeah)
First i getta bag (Bag)
Double then i flp it (Flip it)
Pull up with a bucket (Bucket)
Make these rappers kick it (Kick it)
Me and all ma niggaz we too shlime we too shticky (We too shticky yeh)
That bitch got a vibe and she ma type she a freaky (Yea)
These days trust nobody when i sleep i got a pole
On phonecall they're my friends but in real life they're all my foes
All that typa shit done f*cked me up but on the low
Done f*cked up ma mental but it won't f*ck up ma soul
All these flows i gat but keep it solid
All ma friends aint my friends that's how i call it
But i come from the pole im too cold
And i stay on ma feet on ma toes
Writer: Sibusiso Sibisi
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid