See you are what you are in this world
That's either one of two things...
Bitch got drunk she throwing up all on the black cats
I came a long way from trapping out the backpack
Put a hole in the opp head, he a Snapback
I'm too drunk, the yerk 30 help me snapback
Holyoke bitch sending nudes off of Snapchat
You said what you said, don't try to backtrack
We gon put a bag on his head, he Rap Snack
Put that gun up to his face, he getting flashbacks
I got a new bitch 21, she playing blackjack
F*ck a 9-5, gotta fast track
Rob a nigga stash, all you hearing is the blat blat
Me and Shy gone run it up off the vacant houses
Nigga tried to hand me ones, I was so astounded
Sean don't gotta run it back, I like the way it sounded
If he don't got it for the play I told him quarter pound it
Oh you just got that BBL? Yeah I gotta pound it
Oh you thinking I'm a lick? Leave you where you found it
Momma told me fix your face, "Why you always frowning?"
Broke as f*ck growing up, ain't have no allowance
Tryna catch a couple bucks, started snow plowing
I need a mansion in the hills that's somewhere in the mountains
Either you're somebody, or you're nobody
We need a mansion in the hills, somewhere in the mountains
All this water on my neck, it look like a fountain
I been spending too much bread, calling my accountant
I got racks under the bed, I can't even count it
I heard that pussy for the streets, leave it where you found it
Heard you nutted in her raw, now you ultrasounding
Being broke is a disease, and I can't be around it
They took the chain off of your neck and I was so astounded
If that bitch liking my story then she getting pounded
If I can't link wit that bitch, I know fasho that Sean did
She be bouncing on the dick, I'm gon Batista bomb it
All that dissing on the gram that shit gon get ya mom hit
20 niggas at his crib, it look like a mosh pit
Busting two man's every day, we be Drake & Joshin
If he flexing on the gram, then lil bro gone floss him
Dissing put him in a river, we the ones who tossed him
We the ones who tossed him
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See you are what you are in this world
That's either one of two things...
Bitch got drunk she throwing up all on the black cats
I came a long way from trapping out the backpack
Put a hole in the opp head, he a Snapback
I'm too drunk, the yerk 30 help me snapback
Holyoke bitch sending nudes off of Snapchat
You said what you said, don't try to backtrack
We gon put a bag on his head, he Rap Snack
Put that gun up to his face, he getting flashbacks
I got a new bitch 21, she playing blackjack
F*ck a 9-5, gotta fast track
Rob a nigga stash, all you hearing is the blat blat
Me and Shy gone run it up off the vacant houses
Nigga tried to hand me ones, I was so astounded
Sean don't gotta run it back, I like the way it sounded
If he don't got it for the play I told him quarter pound it
Oh you just got that BBL? Yeah I gotta pound it
Oh you thinking I'm a lick? Leave you where you found it
Momma told me fix your face, "Why you always frowning?"
Broke as f*ck growing up, ain't have no allowance
Tryna catch a couple bucks, started snow plowing
I need a mansion in the hills that's somewhere in the mountains
Either you're somebody, or you're nobody
We need a mansion in the hills, somewhere in the mountains
All this water on my neck, it look like a fountain
I been spending too much bread, calling my accountant
I got racks under the bed, I can't even count it
I heard that pussy for the streets, leave it where you found it
Heard you nutted in her raw, now you ultrasounding
Being broke is a disease, and I can't be around it
They took the chain off of your neck and I was so astounded
If that bitch liking my story then she getting pounded
If I can't link wit that bitch, I know fasho that Sean did
She be bouncing on the dick, I'm gon Batista bomb it
All that dissing on the gram that shit gon get ya mom hit
20 niggas at his crib, it look like a mosh pit
Busting two man's every day, we be Drake & Joshin
If he flexing on the gram, then lil bro gone floss him
Dissing put him in a river, we the ones who tossed him
We the ones who tossed him
That's either one of two things...
Bitch got drunk she throwing up all on the black cats
I came a long way from trapping out the backpack
Put a hole in the opp head, he a Snapback
I'm too drunk, the yerk 30 help me snapback
Holyoke bitch sending nudes off of Snapchat
You said what you said, don't try to backtrack
We gon put a bag on his head, he Rap Snack
Put that gun up to his face, he getting flashbacks
I got a new bitch 21, she playing blackjack
F*ck a 9-5, gotta fast track
Rob a nigga stash, all you hearing is the blat blat
Me and Shy gone run it up off the vacant houses
Nigga tried to hand me ones, I was so astounded
Sean don't gotta run it back, I like the way it sounded
If he don't got it for the play I told him quarter pound it
Oh you just got that BBL? Yeah I gotta pound it
Oh you thinking I'm a lick? Leave you where you found it
Momma told me fix your face, "Why you always frowning?"
Broke as f*ck growing up, ain't have no allowance
Tryna catch a couple bucks, started snow plowing
I need a mansion in the hills that's somewhere in the mountains
Either you're somebody, or you're nobody
We need a mansion in the hills, somewhere in the mountains
All this water on my neck, it look like a fountain
I been spending too much bread, calling my accountant
I got racks under the bed, I can't even count it
I heard that pussy for the streets, leave it where you found it
Heard you nutted in her raw, now you ultrasounding
Being broke is a disease, and I can't be around it
They took the chain off of your neck and I was so astounded
If that bitch liking my story then she getting pounded
If I can't link wit that bitch, I know fasho that Sean did
She be bouncing on the dick, I'm gon Batista bomb it
All that dissing on the gram that shit gon get ya mom hit
20 niggas at his crib, it look like a mosh pit
Busting two man's every day, we be Drake & Joshin
If he flexing on the gram, then lil bro gone floss him
Dissing put him in a river, we the ones who tossed him
We the ones who tossed him
Writer: Shiloh Wallace
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid