It's time to show the people what I got
I'm spittin knowledge so it's off the top
Got mom a drop she drove it off the lot
I put in work like what's in a pot
No 9-5 I'm on a different clock
How you survive? You wasn't born with them knots
I got respect so I never had a glock
But my niggas ain't craig, they ain't listening to pops!
That's not a flag in my pocket that's a ksubi tag
And if you step in my direction? That's a body bag
Yo new boo? Shit that's pussy that I probably had
And if didn't then my brother he was hella fast
Blue hunnids all cash, switched rides new jag
On god slump nigga if he diss me, ski mask
I stole a lil nigga boo, now I guess he sad
He seen she slid first so guess who mad?
These bitches do you wrong if you let em, it's all love and loyalty until you catch em
When you do she gone lie and say she fed up, and if you loved her you better keep yo head up
Don't be stuck in one spot getcho yo bread up, say he talk money but he ain't said much
When they blicky jam the only me and broke touch
F*cked a model off the gram in my f*ckin von dutch/
Pulled up in a foreign, used a be a putt putt
We was still hoppin out like nigga wassup
Wasn't worried cause nobody was f*ckin wit us
When it came to the fashion niggas never had us
Even in the hood when really didn't have much
Now the trunk in the hood and everybody proud of us
I ain't gotta use key it's already started up
We doin foreigns in yo city nigga put that charger up
Comme or the chrome, niggas hella hearted up
Throw pic on the gram all these bitches heart it up
These niggas hella soft, they never be as hard as us
I was 14 buying swishers, hood never carded us
Got love everywhere boi i'm face carded up
I got luv wit the strippers i'm finna go and part a butt
Got em twerkin to my music, got em sweatin hard as f*ck
Bitch i'm boujee, on the first date I ain't trynna f*ck
Nigga sneak dissing me but I don't give a damn, he get to close me pop em like 30 milligram
Like a pac song these bullets gone get around
Suppressor on the tip nigga it don't make a sound
Next time they find you, is in the lost and found
We took his wallet so that nigga now he just a noun
Flies gone hover over a body he on the ground
Opps die then we switch the name up on the pound
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English
It's time to show the people what I got
I'm spittin knowledge so it's off the top
Got mom a drop she drove it off the lot
I put in work like what's in a pot
No 9-5 I'm on a different clock
How you survive? You wasn't born with them knots
I got respect so I never had a glock
But my niggas ain't craig, they ain't listening to pops!
That's not a flag in my pocket that's a ksubi tag
And if you step in my direction? That's a body bag
Yo new boo? Shit that's pussy that I probably had
And if didn't then my brother he was hella fast
Blue hunnids all cash, switched rides new jag
On god slump nigga if he diss me, ski mask
I stole a lil nigga boo, now I guess he sad
He seen she slid first so guess who mad?
These bitches do you wrong if you let em, it's all love and loyalty until you catch em
When you do she gone lie and say she fed up, and if you loved her you better keep yo head up
Don't be stuck in one spot getcho yo bread up, say he talk money but he ain't said much
When they blicky jam the only me and broke touch
F*cked a model off the gram in my f*ckin von dutch/
Pulled up in a foreign, used a be a putt putt
We was still hoppin out like nigga wassup
Wasn't worried cause nobody was f*ckin wit us
When it came to the fashion niggas never had us
Even in the hood when really didn't have much
Now the trunk in the hood and everybody proud of us
I ain't gotta use key it's already started up
We doin foreigns in yo city nigga put that charger up
Comme or the chrome, niggas hella hearted up
Throw pic on the gram all these bitches heart it up
These niggas hella soft, they never be as hard as us
I was 14 buying swishers, hood never carded us
Got love everywhere boi i'm face carded up
I got luv wit the strippers i'm finna go and part a butt
Got em twerkin to my music, got em sweatin hard as f*ck
Bitch i'm boujee, on the first date I ain't trynna f*ck
Nigga sneak dissing me but I don't give a damn, he get to close me pop em like 30 milligram
Like a pac song these bullets gone get around
Suppressor on the tip nigga it don't make a sound
Next time they find you, is in the lost and found
We took his wallet so that nigga now he just a noun
Flies gone hover over a body he on the ground
Opps die then we switch the name up on the pound
I'm spittin knowledge so it's off the top
Got mom a drop she drove it off the lot
I put in work like what's in a pot
No 9-5 I'm on a different clock
How you survive? You wasn't born with them knots
I got respect so I never had a glock
But my niggas ain't craig, they ain't listening to pops!
That's not a flag in my pocket that's a ksubi tag
And if you step in my direction? That's a body bag
Yo new boo? Shit that's pussy that I probably had
And if didn't then my brother he was hella fast
Blue hunnids all cash, switched rides new jag
On god slump nigga if he diss me, ski mask
I stole a lil nigga boo, now I guess he sad
He seen she slid first so guess who mad?
These bitches do you wrong if you let em, it's all love and loyalty until you catch em
When you do she gone lie and say she fed up, and if you loved her you better keep yo head up
Don't be stuck in one spot getcho yo bread up, say he talk money but he ain't said much
When they blicky jam the only me and broke touch
F*cked a model off the gram in my f*ckin von dutch/
Pulled up in a foreign, used a be a putt putt
We was still hoppin out like nigga wassup
Wasn't worried cause nobody was f*ckin wit us
When it came to the fashion niggas never had us
Even in the hood when really didn't have much
Now the trunk in the hood and everybody proud of us
I ain't gotta use key it's already started up
We doin foreigns in yo city nigga put that charger up
Comme or the chrome, niggas hella hearted up
Throw pic on the gram all these bitches heart it up
These niggas hella soft, they never be as hard as us
I was 14 buying swishers, hood never carded us
Got love everywhere boi i'm face carded up
I got luv wit the strippers i'm finna go and part a butt
Got em twerkin to my music, got em sweatin hard as f*ck
Bitch i'm boujee, on the first date I ain't trynna f*ck
Nigga sneak dissing me but I don't give a damn, he get to close me pop em like 30 milligram
Like a pac song these bullets gone get around
Suppressor on the tip nigga it don't make a sound
Next time they find you, is in the lost and found
We took his wallet so that nigga now he just a noun
Flies gone hover over a body he on the ground
Opps die then we switch the name up on the pound