Big blunt of scotti, 'gotta young nigga feeling like moon waking
12 tried catch me down bad, had to gone and put a move on 'em
Big blunt of scotti, 'gotta young nigga feeling like moon waking
Ain't going back forth with no bitch or nigga, cause 'ion do talking
12 tried catch me down bad, had to gone and put a move on 'em
These niggas talking bout taking some, Imma put the tool on 'em
'Imma put tool on 'em don't let this shit fool ya homie
I keep a bag on me, Imma young road runner
I can not do beef, cause these niggas so bologna
And, these niggas so phony
Plug dropped a load on me
Pulled up at 6:00 I had 'em gone before 6:30
My bro he go 7:30 I can't control homie
I psych out on every song
I put that on my momma
I keep a lighting rod
Hit his ass up with that thunder
I ride my own wave, I know they gone hate
I'm tryna maintain
And If he dropping salt
Then when he get caught, i know he'll run his mouth
I'm young solid lil nigga I stand by myself
Don't need one with me i don't need no help
Cook shit this up man I feel like a chef
I use to have a lil plug on the meth
I had whole bunch of plugs on the reefer
Which one y'all got'em cheaper
You thank she a keeper
I f*ck then delete her
I need to re up on hi-tech and liters
Big blunt of scotti, 'gotta young nigga feeling like moon waking
Ain't going back forth with no bitch or nigga, cause 'ion do talking
12 tried catch me down bad, had gone put a move on 'em
These niggas talking bout taking some, Imma put the tool on 'em
Ion need prove nun to nan nigga
F*ck a friend ain't even cool with ya
I want them Jackson Grants and Benjis
I got them bags of gas for cheaper
I do not pass the gas I'm 'chiefin
I hear 'em talking down but ion see 'em
I'm in the game Nd they in the bleacher
I had let 'em know I had to teach 'em
Like a detour imma make my way around
Square nigga you was never round
Pack a back woods roll a half ounce
Tryna be me but you can't amount
Tryna stack it higher open new accounts
Count it over cant f*ck up the count
Grinding hard get ya momma house
Play it smart don't be running ya mouth
F and N my only body guard
All of this shit, it come from the heart
This ain't no cap, it ain't no façade
Ball on the niggas like Rucker park
Came from bottom now look where we are
Told momma don't worry ya baby a star
Ice out my neck and I foreign my car
Came from bricks cant forget where ya from
Big blunt of scotti, 'gotta young nigga feeling like moon waking
Ain't going back forth with no bitch or nigga, cause 'ion do talking
12 tried catch me down bad, had to gone and put a move on 'em
These niggas talking bout taking some, Imma put the tool on 'em
Big blunt of scotti, 'gotta young nigga feeling like moon waking
Ain't going back forth with no bitch or nigga, cause 'ion do talking
12 tried catch me down bad, had gone put a move on 'em
These niggas talking bout taking some, Imma put the tool on 'em
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Big blunt of scotti, 'gotta young nigga feeling like moon waking
12 tried catch me down bad, had to gone and put a move on 'em
Big blunt of scotti, 'gotta young nigga feeling like moon waking
Ain't going back forth with no bitch or nigga, cause 'ion do talking
12 tried catch me down bad, had to gone and put a move on 'em
These niggas talking bout taking some, Imma put the tool on 'em
'Imma put tool on 'em don't let this shit fool ya homie
I keep a bag on me, Imma young road runner
I can not do beef, cause these niggas so bologna
And, these niggas so phony
Plug dropped a load on me
Pulled up at 6:00 I had 'em gone before 6:30
My bro he go 7:30 I can't control homie
I psych out on every song
I put that on my momma
I keep a lighting rod
Hit his ass up with that thunder
I ride my own wave, I know they gone hate
I'm tryna maintain
And If he dropping salt
Then when he get caught, i know he'll run his mouth
I'm young solid lil nigga I stand by myself
Don't need one with me i don't need no help
Cook shit this up man I feel like a chef
I use to have a lil plug on the meth
I had whole bunch of plugs on the reefer
Which one y'all got'em cheaper
You thank she a keeper
I f*ck then delete her
I need to re up on hi-tech and liters
Big blunt of scotti, 'gotta young nigga feeling like moon waking
Ain't going back forth with no bitch or nigga, cause 'ion do talking
12 tried catch me down bad, had gone put a move on 'em
These niggas talking bout taking some, Imma put the tool on 'em
Ion need prove nun to nan nigga
F*ck a friend ain't even cool with ya
I want them Jackson Grants and Benjis
I got them bags of gas for cheaper
I do not pass the gas I'm 'chiefin
I hear 'em talking down but ion see 'em
I'm in the game Nd they in the bleacher
I had let 'em know I had to teach 'em
Like a detour imma make my way around
Square nigga you was never round
Pack a back woods roll a half ounce
Tryna be me but you can't amount
Tryna stack it higher open new accounts
Count it over cant f*ck up the count
Grinding hard get ya momma house
Play it smart don't be running ya mouth
F and N my only body guard
All of this shit, it come from the heart
This ain't no cap, it ain't no façade
Ball on the niggas like Rucker park
Came from bottom now look where we are
Told momma don't worry ya baby a star
Ice out my neck and I foreign my car
Came from bricks cant forget where ya from
Big blunt of scotti, 'gotta young nigga feeling like moon waking
Ain't going back forth with no bitch or nigga, cause 'ion do talking
12 tried catch me down bad, had to gone and put a move on 'em
These niggas talking bout taking some, Imma put the tool on 'em
Big blunt of scotti, 'gotta young nigga feeling like moon waking
Ain't going back forth with no bitch or nigga, cause 'ion do talking
12 tried catch me down bad, had gone put a move on 'em
These niggas talking bout taking some, Imma put the tool on 'em
12 tried catch me down bad, had to gone and put a move on 'em
Big blunt of scotti, 'gotta young nigga feeling like moon waking
Ain't going back forth with no bitch or nigga, cause 'ion do talking
12 tried catch me down bad, had to gone and put a move on 'em
These niggas talking bout taking some, Imma put the tool on 'em
'Imma put tool on 'em don't let this shit fool ya homie
I keep a bag on me, Imma young road runner
I can not do beef, cause these niggas so bologna
And, these niggas so phony
Plug dropped a load on me
Pulled up at 6:00 I had 'em gone before 6:30
My bro he go 7:30 I can't control homie
I psych out on every song
I put that on my momma
I keep a lighting rod
Hit his ass up with that thunder
I ride my own wave, I know they gone hate
I'm tryna maintain
And If he dropping salt
Then when he get caught, i know he'll run his mouth
I'm young solid lil nigga I stand by myself
Don't need one with me i don't need no help
Cook shit this up man I feel like a chef
I use to have a lil plug on the meth
I had whole bunch of plugs on the reefer
Which one y'all got'em cheaper
You thank she a keeper
I f*ck then delete her
I need to re up on hi-tech and liters
Big blunt of scotti, 'gotta young nigga feeling like moon waking
Ain't going back forth with no bitch or nigga, cause 'ion do talking
12 tried catch me down bad, had gone put a move on 'em
These niggas talking bout taking some, Imma put the tool on 'em
Ion need prove nun to nan nigga
F*ck a friend ain't even cool with ya
I want them Jackson Grants and Benjis
I got them bags of gas for cheaper
I do not pass the gas I'm 'chiefin
I hear 'em talking down but ion see 'em
I'm in the game Nd they in the bleacher
I had let 'em know I had to teach 'em
Like a detour imma make my way around
Square nigga you was never round
Pack a back woods roll a half ounce
Tryna be me but you can't amount
Tryna stack it higher open new accounts
Count it over cant f*ck up the count
Grinding hard get ya momma house
Play it smart don't be running ya mouth
F and N my only body guard
All of this shit, it come from the heart
This ain't no cap, it ain't no façade
Ball on the niggas like Rucker park
Came from bottom now look where we are
Told momma don't worry ya baby a star
Ice out my neck and I foreign my car
Came from bricks cant forget where ya from
Big blunt of scotti, 'gotta young nigga feeling like moon waking
Ain't going back forth with no bitch or nigga, cause 'ion do talking
12 tried catch me down bad, had to gone and put a move on 'em
These niggas talking bout taking some, Imma put the tool on 'em
Big blunt of scotti, 'gotta young nigga feeling like moon waking
Ain't going back forth with no bitch or nigga, cause 'ion do talking
12 tried catch me down bad, had gone put a move on 'em
These niggas talking bout taking some, Imma put the tool on 'em
Writer: TyQuadre Rosser
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid