Back in my mode
Back in my element
Playing with me
I'm taking his soul
Off white kicks
With bad ass bitch
I'm talk my shit
no stopping in this
Double 007
They undercover
Step by myself
With a few Bruddas
And we tight like some
Stitches in letterman
And my bitch
Give me head like it's medicine
Stuck in my ways
I had to find me a way
Yeah
Get to the cake
bakery
He wanna play
Stank he dead
Jump out of suburbans all black
New money
No problem
I'm popping these tags
Figured it out
Now my foot on the gas
Applying this pressure
Not coming in last
Drink out da bottle ain't mixing with juice
Ready for war I aint callin a truce
I came from poverty
Out of society
Went through the storm
But i broke up the roots
Masion margela
I stepped in some paint
You broke and you moody
Just stay in yo lane
When you speak on my name
Just don't say it In vain
And I came from
Came from the gutter
No bowling I had to
Go find me a way to get to the wealth
All of the times I was aching
My heart steady breaking
It felt like I had nothin left
When it come to the money
I need it
Break away from these niggas they leaching
Feeling like pippen with Jordan
This glock 23 gone blow if he reachin
Step like a elephant
Roll like ah tide
Put stains in his shirt
He had thought it was dyed
2 Door like a spider
It float through the sky
Long live my Brodie
He watch up high
Speak on his name
And I'm taking ya life
Trip overseas tryna see what it's like
And I came from the gutter
So I paid a price
Stuck in my ways
I had to find me a way
Yeah
Get to the cake
bakery
He wanna play
Stank he dead
Jump out of suburbans all black
New money
No problem
I'm popping these tags
Figured it out
Now my foot on the gas
Applying this pressure
Not coming in last
Stuck in my ways
I had to find me a way
Yeah
Get to the cake
bakery
He wanna play
Stank he dead
Jump out of suburbans all black
New money
No problem
I'm popping these tags
Figured it out
Now my foot on the gas
Applying this pressure
Not coming in last
Who Bill - Figure It Out Lyrics
Who Bill - Figure It Out Lyrics
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Back in my mode
Back in my element
Playing with me
I'm taking his soul
Off white kicks
With bad ass bitch
I'm talk my shit
no stopping in this
Double 007
They undercover
Step by myself
With a few Bruddas
And we tight like some
Stitches in letterman
And my bitch
Give me head like it's medicine
Stuck in my ways
I had to find me a way
Yeah
Get to the cake
bakery
He wanna play
Stank he dead
Jump out of suburbans all black
New money
No problem
I'm popping these tags
Figured it out
Now my foot on the gas
Applying this pressure
Not coming in last
Drink out da bottle ain't mixing with juice
Ready for war I aint callin a truce
I came from poverty
Out of society
Went through the storm
But i broke up the roots
Masion margela
I stepped in some paint
You broke and you moody
Just stay in yo lane
When you speak on my name
Just don't say it In vain
And I came from
Came from the gutter
No bowling I had to
Go find me a way to get to the wealth
All of the times I was aching
My heart steady breaking
It felt like I had nothin left
When it come to the money
I need it
Break away from these niggas they leaching
Feeling like pippen with Jordan
This glock 23 gone blow if he reachin
Step like a elephant
Roll like ah tide
Put stains in his shirt
He had thought it was dyed
2 Door like a spider
It float through the sky
Long live my Brodie
He watch up high
Speak on his name
And I'm taking ya life
Trip overseas tryna see what it's like
And I came from the gutter
So I paid a price
Stuck in my ways
I had to find me a way
Yeah
Get to the cake
bakery
He wanna play
Stank he dead
Jump out of suburbans all black
New money
No problem
I'm popping these tags
Figured it out
Now my foot on the gas
Applying this pressure
Not coming in last
Stuck in my ways
I had to find me a way
Yeah
Get to the cake
bakery
He wanna play
Stank he dead
Jump out of suburbans all black
New money
No problem
I'm popping these tags
Figured it out
Now my foot on the gas
Applying this pressure
Not coming in last
Back in my element
Playing with me
I'm taking his soul
Off white kicks
With bad ass bitch
I'm talk my shit
no stopping in this
Double 007
They undercover
Step by myself
With a few Bruddas
And we tight like some
Stitches in letterman
And my bitch
Give me head like it's medicine
Stuck in my ways
I had to find me a way
Yeah
Get to the cake
bakery
He wanna play
Stank he dead
Jump out of suburbans all black
New money
No problem
I'm popping these tags
Figured it out
Now my foot on the gas
Applying this pressure
Not coming in last
Drink out da bottle ain't mixing with juice
Ready for war I aint callin a truce
I came from poverty
Out of society
Went through the storm
But i broke up the roots
Masion margela
I stepped in some paint
You broke and you moody
Just stay in yo lane
When you speak on my name
Just don't say it In vain
And I came from
Came from the gutter
No bowling I had to
Go find me a way to get to the wealth
All of the times I was aching
My heart steady breaking
It felt like I had nothin left
When it come to the money
I need it
Break away from these niggas they leaching
Feeling like pippen with Jordan
This glock 23 gone blow if he reachin
Step like a elephant
Roll like ah tide
Put stains in his shirt
He had thought it was dyed
2 Door like a spider
It float through the sky
Long live my Brodie
He watch up high
Speak on his name
And I'm taking ya life
Trip overseas tryna see what it's like
And I came from the gutter
So I paid a price
Stuck in my ways
I had to find me a way
Yeah
Get to the cake
bakery
He wanna play
Stank he dead
Jump out of suburbans all black
New money
No problem
I'm popping these tags
Figured it out
Now my foot on the gas
Applying this pressure
Not coming in last
Stuck in my ways
I had to find me a way
Yeah
Get to the cake
bakery
He wanna play
Stank he dead
Jump out of suburbans all black
New money
No problem
I'm popping these tags
Figured it out
Now my foot on the gas
Applying this pressure
Not coming in last
Writer: BRANDON WHITE
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