Just when y'all thought it was over
Glass half full, glass half empty, it's still somethin' gettin po'd up
Fa' sho
And I don't even know if I'm a little wavy or not, man, but shit, let's go
Showed up in this bitch with every bit of sense
I learned how to make a band not play an instrument
Did you put financial freedom on your Christmas list?
Have you been blinded and you wonder where your vision went?
Bitch, I'm tryna make a cut to make incisions with
Get a whiff, baby girl, I've been to shit
Should've signed prescriptions, a physician with this penmanship
If I ain't show no interest than it, prolly wasn't interesting
Hustle got me on this Bumbu and I'm sippin' it
Blunt flame flickering
F*ck, they ain't listenin
Time is tickin, I ain't trippin' cause I'm gettin' it
Slidin' through your city like I just signed a permission slip
The flow is still sick, they ain't sick of it
Niggas gettin' tender like a chicken strip
Ain't no back and forth, no, this ain't Wimbledon
Any races it's Puma tennis, that I finish in
Either it's the vibrations or the pack I'm smokin
You niggas leavin' out the facts just to extract the moment
I'd rather keep the shit a stack than lie and leave you open
She gotta keep me in her heart, I gotta keep it going
I'm in here beatin' out her back like I'm a chiropractic
I cultivated comfortably just to apply the tactics
I take my dick outside her pussy, now it's smilin' backwards
Pass that blunt back while you tryna ash it
Bladen County
Foul town, Bladenboro to the Ville
We show up and show out
Ask them about us
For real
Money mean power, I been fallin' twin towers
Grind every second, I can't waste a hour
Get it together, baby, your math ain't mathin
New year, losin' weight, I'm grindin' and fastin
Stack my cake, get some ass, then I'm dashin
Let the good times start, Incredible Hulk
I'm here for the smashin
It's been a good year, I'm still ridin, Michelin
Show up and show out to the point you gotta mention them
Back cookin' up with Tune and Carter, You see the sauce?
Chevy boys makin' noise, choke on our exhaust
Oh lord, I'm grindin' hard, to shine like diamonds
Cookin' up instant ramen
I'm here to put time in
Pose to ride smooth, but life f*cked my alignment
Tune had the groupies, I just f*cked off consignment
You ain't a boss, til' you took a loss and came back
I'm runnin' through obstacles All-American, runnin' back
Give me that
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Just when y'all thought it was over
Glass half full, glass half empty, it's still somethin' gettin po'd up
Fa' sho
And I don't even know if I'm a little wavy or not, man, but shit, let's go
Showed up in this bitch with every bit of sense
I learned how to make a band not play an instrument
Did you put financial freedom on your Christmas list?
Have you been blinded and you wonder where your vision went?
Bitch, I'm tryna make a cut to make incisions with
Get a whiff, baby girl, I've been to shit
Should've signed prescriptions, a physician with this penmanship
If I ain't show no interest than it, prolly wasn't interesting
Hustle got me on this Bumbu and I'm sippin' it
Blunt flame flickering
F*ck, they ain't listenin
Time is tickin, I ain't trippin' cause I'm gettin' it
Slidin' through your city like I just signed a permission slip
The flow is still sick, they ain't sick of it
Niggas gettin' tender like a chicken strip
Ain't no back and forth, no, this ain't Wimbledon
Any races it's Puma tennis, that I finish in
Either it's the vibrations or the pack I'm smokin
You niggas leavin' out the facts just to extract the moment
I'd rather keep the shit a stack than lie and leave you open
She gotta keep me in her heart, I gotta keep it going
I'm in here beatin' out her back like I'm a chiropractic
I cultivated comfortably just to apply the tactics
I take my dick outside her pussy, now it's smilin' backwards
Pass that blunt back while you tryna ash it
Bladen County
Foul town, Bladenboro to the Ville
We show up and show out
Ask them about us
For real
Money mean power, I been fallin' twin towers
Grind every second, I can't waste a hour
Get it together, baby, your math ain't mathin
New year, losin' weight, I'm grindin' and fastin
Stack my cake, get some ass, then I'm dashin
Let the good times start, Incredible Hulk
I'm here for the smashin
It's been a good year, I'm still ridin, Michelin
Show up and show out to the point you gotta mention them
Back cookin' up with Tune and Carter, You see the sauce?
Chevy boys makin' noise, choke on our exhaust
Oh lord, I'm grindin' hard, to shine like diamonds
Cookin' up instant ramen
I'm here to put time in
Pose to ride smooth, but life f*cked my alignment
Tune had the groupies, I just f*cked off consignment
You ain't a boss, til' you took a loss and came back
I'm runnin' through obstacles All-American, runnin' back
Give me that
Glass half full, glass half empty, it's still somethin' gettin po'd up
Fa' sho
And I don't even know if I'm a little wavy or not, man, but shit, let's go
Showed up in this bitch with every bit of sense
I learned how to make a band not play an instrument
Did you put financial freedom on your Christmas list?
Have you been blinded and you wonder where your vision went?
Bitch, I'm tryna make a cut to make incisions with
Get a whiff, baby girl, I've been to shit
Should've signed prescriptions, a physician with this penmanship
If I ain't show no interest than it, prolly wasn't interesting
Hustle got me on this Bumbu and I'm sippin' it
Blunt flame flickering
F*ck, they ain't listenin
Time is tickin, I ain't trippin' cause I'm gettin' it
Slidin' through your city like I just signed a permission slip
The flow is still sick, they ain't sick of it
Niggas gettin' tender like a chicken strip
Ain't no back and forth, no, this ain't Wimbledon
Any races it's Puma tennis, that I finish in
Either it's the vibrations or the pack I'm smokin
You niggas leavin' out the facts just to extract the moment
I'd rather keep the shit a stack than lie and leave you open
She gotta keep me in her heart, I gotta keep it going
I'm in here beatin' out her back like I'm a chiropractic
I cultivated comfortably just to apply the tactics
I take my dick outside her pussy, now it's smilin' backwards
Pass that blunt back while you tryna ash it
Bladen County
Foul town, Bladenboro to the Ville
We show up and show out
Ask them about us
For real
Money mean power, I been fallin' twin towers
Grind every second, I can't waste a hour
Get it together, baby, your math ain't mathin
New year, losin' weight, I'm grindin' and fastin
Stack my cake, get some ass, then I'm dashin
Let the good times start, Incredible Hulk
I'm here for the smashin
It's been a good year, I'm still ridin, Michelin
Show up and show out to the point you gotta mention them
Back cookin' up with Tune and Carter, You see the sauce?
Chevy boys makin' noise, choke on our exhaust
Oh lord, I'm grindin' hard, to shine like diamonds
Cookin' up instant ramen
I'm here to put time in
Pose to ride smooth, but life f*cked my alignment
Tune had the groupies, I just f*cked off consignment
You ain't a boss, til' you took a loss and came back
I'm runnin' through obstacles All-American, runnin' back
Give me that
Writer: Jamarious Johnson, James Smith
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid