Niggas been on my dick for way too long and got me actin' up
This water on my neck bae, come here, huh, try your luck
We tote sticks for fun, what you talkin' bout, nigga, I ain't scared of nothin
15 bought my first gun, start kickin' doors and robbin' some
(This is a certified hood classic)
Let's just watch how I come back in, yeah, let's go
F*ck that dough I'm bout my cheese just like a Packers fan
This gun get too hot in my hand, it need a cooler fan
If a nigga gon' play me, about my money, come through in a Moving van
We got so many drums and sticks, it's like we was a marching band
My bars go over they head just like a plane, it's finna land
Got a cougar, she 47, that bitch came straight from Pakistan
Yeah, but they don't like me, huh
Maybe it's the diamonds in my mouth, that got me icy
We are not the same, huh, cause I be where the hype be
When it come to my dough, nigga, I just be like Nike
(I really do)
Huh, huh, they like my style, huh
When it come to rap beat, niggas be stealin' like wild
If I see my opp out in public, I'm gon' shoot at the crowd
Where I'm from, ain't no talkin', nigga, we crashin' out
"Big two times, nigga"
Huh, yeah, that'll be the label, huh
I'm big boss around this bitch, lil nigga, Head of the Table, huh
I done cut off so many damn labels like some cable, huh
My pockets swollen then a bitch lookin' like they was Kurt Angle
Matter of fact, they to damn swole them bitches lookin' like Chad Gable, huh
We are not the same, huh, cause my money don't come from labels, huh
Got some Jacksons in my pocket, nigga, I ain't talkin' bout Samuel
You f*ck up in my hood, you might not live to see it to it to day two
I done f*cked with so many bitches, I ain't gon' struggle to name a few
I had Nae, Lexi, and Peyton, they was kinda cool.
The rest of the hoes up on my list lookin' like some goddamn fools
Bitch like Scooby cause she matchin' clues
I am just artist, these not guns, these is just prop tools
Lil' buddy think he gangsta cause he rappin' hard, that shit ain't smooth
I'm the crash out type, I went outside all day till the sun and moon.
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Niggas been on my dick for way too long and got me actin' up
This water on my neck bae, come here, huh, try your luck
We tote sticks for fun, what you talkin' bout, nigga, I ain't scared of nothin
15 bought my first gun, start kickin' doors and robbin' some
(This is a certified hood classic)
Let's just watch how I come back in, yeah, let's go
F*ck that dough I'm bout my cheese just like a Packers fan
This gun get too hot in my hand, it need a cooler fan
If a nigga gon' play me, about my money, come through in a Moving van
We got so many drums and sticks, it's like we was a marching band
My bars go over they head just like a plane, it's finna land
Got a cougar, she 47, that bitch came straight from Pakistan
Yeah, but they don't like me, huh
Maybe it's the diamonds in my mouth, that got me icy
We are not the same, huh, cause I be where the hype be
When it come to my dough, nigga, I just be like Nike
(I really do)
Huh, huh, they like my style, huh
When it come to rap beat, niggas be stealin' like wild
If I see my opp out in public, I'm gon' shoot at the crowd
Where I'm from, ain't no talkin', nigga, we crashin' out
"Big two times, nigga"
Huh, yeah, that'll be the label, huh
I'm big boss around this bitch, lil nigga, Head of the Table, huh
I done cut off so many damn labels like some cable, huh
My pockets swollen then a bitch lookin' like they was Kurt Angle
Matter of fact, they to damn swole them bitches lookin' like Chad Gable, huh
We are not the same, huh, cause my money don't come from labels, huh
Got some Jacksons in my pocket, nigga, I ain't talkin' bout Samuel
You f*ck up in my hood, you might not live to see it to it to day two
I done f*cked with so many bitches, I ain't gon' struggle to name a few
I had Nae, Lexi, and Peyton, they was kinda cool.
The rest of the hoes up on my list lookin' like some goddamn fools
Bitch like Scooby cause she matchin' clues
I am just artist, these not guns, these is just prop tools
Lil' buddy think he gangsta cause he rappin' hard, that shit ain't smooth
I'm the crash out type, I went outside all day till the sun and moon.
This water on my neck bae, come here, huh, try your luck
We tote sticks for fun, what you talkin' bout, nigga, I ain't scared of nothin
15 bought my first gun, start kickin' doors and robbin' some
(This is a certified hood classic)
Let's just watch how I come back in, yeah, let's go
F*ck that dough I'm bout my cheese just like a Packers fan
This gun get too hot in my hand, it need a cooler fan
If a nigga gon' play me, about my money, come through in a Moving van
We got so many drums and sticks, it's like we was a marching band
My bars go over they head just like a plane, it's finna land
Got a cougar, she 47, that bitch came straight from Pakistan
Yeah, but they don't like me, huh
Maybe it's the diamonds in my mouth, that got me icy
We are not the same, huh, cause I be where the hype be
When it come to my dough, nigga, I just be like Nike
(I really do)
Huh, huh, they like my style, huh
When it come to rap beat, niggas be stealin' like wild
If I see my opp out in public, I'm gon' shoot at the crowd
Where I'm from, ain't no talkin', nigga, we crashin' out
"Big two times, nigga"
Huh, yeah, that'll be the label, huh
I'm big boss around this bitch, lil nigga, Head of the Table, huh
I done cut off so many damn labels like some cable, huh
My pockets swollen then a bitch lookin' like they was Kurt Angle
Matter of fact, they to damn swole them bitches lookin' like Chad Gable, huh
We are not the same, huh, cause my money don't come from labels, huh
Got some Jacksons in my pocket, nigga, I ain't talkin' bout Samuel
You f*ck up in my hood, you might not live to see it to it to day two
I done f*cked with so many bitches, I ain't gon' struggle to name a few
I had Nae, Lexi, and Peyton, they was kinda cool.
The rest of the hoes up on my list lookin' like some goddamn fools
Bitch like Scooby cause she matchin' clues
I am just artist, these not guns, these is just prop tools
Lil' buddy think he gangsta cause he rappin' hard, that shit ain't smooth
I'm the crash out type, I went outside all day till the sun and moon.
Writer: Devonne Goodrich Jr.
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