Ayy, in my polo track suit
Diggin' in my pockets, you know I got some Loot
Designer on my feet, I could never ever wear
Some regular shoes
If you want some work the trap mobile but I Ain't work at boost
Look inside my cup, you'll find some ice and
Some dirty juice
I be on some regular shit right now, so I'ma
Keep it cool
I can barely swim, but my backyard got a
Swimming pool
The odds keep on tellin' me what they won't
Do
And I pull up in a super car coupe
And it only sit two
My bitch, she got in a shih tzu,
I be punchin like jiu jitsu
Me and yo bitch, we at a restaurant,
We just ordered soup
One of my shooters say he was foul,
So I made him shoot
You supposed to be chasin' money, but you
Chasin' twat
I'm drivin' off the lot with the whip that
You wish you got
I had a cheetah girl singin' hot notes in
The trap spot
Ayy, you a lil' bitty ass nigga,
You ain't big enough
Im like paparazzi with that Cannon,
I might flick you up
I ain't never like Scooby-Doo,
Cause ain't no splittin' up
Even at my son's daycare,
I had my thirty tucked
I point the stick at a f*ck nigga like I'm casting Spells
I'm feelin' like Dababy when I push the
Pack right through the mail
One of my partners Co-defendants started
Actin' iffy, so he knew it right then that he was Finna tell
Damn
Rule number one is never snitch, we know you A bitch
Like you actin' bad outside, I done grabbed the Switch
I put the studio in the kitchen, that two times The mix
He thought I had one Mag, but I'm havin' way Too many rounds of it
I keep walkin' around with that gram and I got Pounds of it
You can keep the bologna, I want the bread,
I like sandwiches
And I like checkin' my savings balances
And she suck my body still, like paralysis
Hold on, I'm Trippin', nigga, I'm talkin' about Some money
Made the trap jump like a baby bunny
I'm finna wipe one of my opps nose cause his Nose runny
All my shooters takin' out the trash
All we know is dumping'
I'ma flood the town, like its Noah's Ark
Keep that iron on me like I'm Tony Stark
And my dog's with me, all they know is bark
Servin' great white, but I'm not a shark
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Ayy, in my polo track suit
Diggin' in my pockets, you know I got some Loot
Designer on my feet, I could never ever wear
Some regular shoes
If you want some work the trap mobile but I Ain't work at boost
Look inside my cup, you'll find some ice and
Some dirty juice
I be on some regular shit right now, so I'ma
Keep it cool
I can barely swim, but my backyard got a
Swimming pool
The odds keep on tellin' me what they won't
Do
And I pull up in a super car coupe
And it only sit two
My bitch, she got in a shih tzu,
I be punchin like jiu jitsu
Me and yo bitch, we at a restaurant,
We just ordered soup
One of my shooters say he was foul,
So I made him shoot
You supposed to be chasin' money, but you
Chasin' twat
I'm drivin' off the lot with the whip that
You wish you got
I had a cheetah girl singin' hot notes in
The trap spot
Ayy, you a lil' bitty ass nigga,
You ain't big enough
Im like paparazzi with that Cannon,
I might flick you up
I ain't never like Scooby-Doo,
Cause ain't no splittin' up
Even at my son's daycare,
I had my thirty tucked
I point the stick at a f*ck nigga like I'm casting Spells
I'm feelin' like Dababy when I push the
Pack right through the mail
One of my partners Co-defendants started
Actin' iffy, so he knew it right then that he was Finna tell
Damn
Rule number one is never snitch, we know you A bitch
Like you actin' bad outside, I done grabbed the Switch
I put the studio in the kitchen, that two times The mix
He thought I had one Mag, but I'm havin' way Too many rounds of it
I keep walkin' around with that gram and I got Pounds of it
You can keep the bologna, I want the bread,
I like sandwiches
And I like checkin' my savings balances
And she suck my body still, like paralysis
Hold on, I'm Trippin', nigga, I'm talkin' about Some money
Made the trap jump like a baby bunny
I'm finna wipe one of my opps nose cause his Nose runny
All my shooters takin' out the trash
All we know is dumping'
I'ma flood the town, like its Noah's Ark
Keep that iron on me like I'm Tony Stark
And my dog's with me, all they know is bark
Servin' great white, but I'm not a shark
Diggin' in my pockets, you know I got some Loot
Designer on my feet, I could never ever wear
Some regular shoes
If you want some work the trap mobile but I Ain't work at boost
Look inside my cup, you'll find some ice and
Some dirty juice
I be on some regular shit right now, so I'ma
Keep it cool
I can barely swim, but my backyard got a
Swimming pool
The odds keep on tellin' me what they won't
Do
And I pull up in a super car coupe
And it only sit two
My bitch, she got in a shih tzu,
I be punchin like jiu jitsu
Me and yo bitch, we at a restaurant,
We just ordered soup
One of my shooters say he was foul,
So I made him shoot
You supposed to be chasin' money, but you
Chasin' twat
I'm drivin' off the lot with the whip that
You wish you got
I had a cheetah girl singin' hot notes in
The trap spot
Ayy, you a lil' bitty ass nigga,
You ain't big enough
Im like paparazzi with that Cannon,
I might flick you up
I ain't never like Scooby-Doo,
Cause ain't no splittin' up
Even at my son's daycare,
I had my thirty tucked
I point the stick at a f*ck nigga like I'm casting Spells
I'm feelin' like Dababy when I push the
Pack right through the mail
One of my partners Co-defendants started
Actin' iffy, so he knew it right then that he was Finna tell
Damn
Rule number one is never snitch, we know you A bitch
Like you actin' bad outside, I done grabbed the Switch
I put the studio in the kitchen, that two times The mix
He thought I had one Mag, but I'm havin' way Too many rounds of it
I keep walkin' around with that gram and I got Pounds of it
You can keep the bologna, I want the bread,
I like sandwiches
And I like checkin' my savings balances
And she suck my body still, like paralysis
Hold on, I'm Trippin', nigga, I'm talkin' about Some money
Made the trap jump like a baby bunny
I'm finna wipe one of my opps nose cause his Nose runny
All my shooters takin' out the trash
All we know is dumping'
I'ma flood the town, like its Noah's Ark
Keep that iron on me like I'm Tony Stark
And my dog's with me, all they know is bark
Servin' great white, but I'm not a shark
Writer: Sharrieff Burns
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid