Outta way, that's how I'm tryna be Born in 96, but by the zone we smokin' 93
Niggas in them bricks, but everybody got some hope for me
I was born a winner, someone point me where the trophy be
F*cked it up so many times, had to change the strategy
I was showin' love, two for 20, just like Applebee's
Bitches wanna hug when they baby daddy after me
Just got in the club, baby, buy yourself a daiquiri
I made some predictions in the past and they had accuracy
Shawty wanna work it out again, I call it blasphemy
Bitch, I'm off the charger like I juiced up my phone battery
Your money could be longer if you cut it out that cappery
Ayy, ayy, hard head lil' niggas, they'll never learn
Heart ice cold, but that pistol make you feel the burn
Shit be gettin' old, so don't hate, sit and wait your turn
I was in the back with that pack, goin' Tommy Hearns
They say, where you been? They thought I fell off the face of earth
All my niggas spent, not from Oakland, but they rage or turf
It be people wishin' for the best, but they pray for worse
Know my daughter finna pop a shit when she start speakin' words
And when they kill you, make you stronger, word to mama
She sayin' somethin' bout me, bitch, I'm like no other
No Eddie Griffin, but your brother undercover
I keep that lightning, if I flash it, you hear thunder
I put in overtime to keep from goin' under
School out, but I'm teachin' all summer
Too loud, try to rob, it's a bummer
Cool out, smokin' runtz, it's Obama
Long way from fixin' tacos and sellin' Grammies
I just had to swerve a pothole from countin' whammies
They say, Sparkk trap is nachos and tried to ban me
Bitch, I'm bout to rip the runway, prepare for landing
Beat your ass, then go to gunplay, I understand it
Caught me countin' up them blue strips, that's red-handed
Said she wasn't born with tonsils, a headbanded
Fifty on the glock, but he died from one canon
Drag strip, pink slip, loose lips, sink ships
Made the whole f*ck way back and still got like three zips
Blue chips, green chips, pussy hole, mean grip
I seen that with fun signs, still ain't let my dreams slip
All gas, I don't need no brake pad
She say I'm a trap nigga, but you make a great dad
Wrong time to talk inside the club, baby, shake that
I ain't have to do a damn thing, she told me, lay back
1v1, if it's solo smoke, I'mma face that
I ain't hard to find, but I'm no needle in no haystack
He not with the shit, he just got a lot of face tats
In the Acura, I treat it like a Maybach
Blunt in hand, do my dance, snuck me on her OnlyFans
Used to pull up to the crib, she see them lights and let me in
To tell the truth, if you hate to lose, you outta win
We only talk cause we do business, I am not a friend
Big Sparkk - belt to ass Lyrics
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Outta way, that's how I'm tryna be Born in 96, but by the zone we smokin' 93
Niggas in them bricks, but everybody got some hope for me
I was born a winner, someone point me where the trophy be
F*cked it up so many times, had to change the strategy
I was showin' love, two for 20, just like Applebee's
Bitches wanna hug when they baby daddy after me
Just got in the club, baby, buy yourself a daiquiri
I made some predictions in the past and they had accuracy
Shawty wanna work it out again, I call it blasphemy
Bitch, I'm off the charger like I juiced up my phone battery
Your money could be longer if you cut it out that cappery
Ayy, ayy, hard head lil' niggas, they'll never learn
Heart ice cold, but that pistol make you feel the burn
Shit be gettin' old, so don't hate, sit and wait your turn
I was in the back with that pack, goin' Tommy Hearns
They say, where you been? They thought I fell off the face of earth
All my niggas spent, not from Oakland, but they rage or turf
It be people wishin' for the best, but they pray for worse
Know my daughter finna pop a shit when she start speakin' words
And when they kill you, make you stronger, word to mama
She sayin' somethin' bout me, bitch, I'm like no other
No Eddie Griffin, but your brother undercover
I keep that lightning, if I flash it, you hear thunder
I put in overtime to keep from goin' under
School out, but I'm teachin' all summer
Too loud, try to rob, it's a bummer
Cool out, smokin' runtz, it's Obama
Long way from fixin' tacos and sellin' Grammies
I just had to swerve a pothole from countin' whammies
They say, Sparkk trap is nachos and tried to ban me
Bitch, I'm bout to rip the runway, prepare for landing
Beat your ass, then go to gunplay, I understand it
Caught me countin' up them blue strips, that's red-handed
Said she wasn't born with tonsils, a headbanded
Fifty on the glock, but he died from one canon
Drag strip, pink slip, loose lips, sink ships
Made the whole f*ck way back and still got like three zips
Blue chips, green chips, pussy hole, mean grip
I seen that with fun signs, still ain't let my dreams slip
All gas, I don't need no brake pad
She say I'm a trap nigga, but you make a great dad
Wrong time to talk inside the club, baby, shake that
I ain't have to do a damn thing, she told me, lay back
1v1, if it's solo smoke, I'mma face that
I ain't hard to find, but I'm no needle in no haystack
He not with the shit, he just got a lot of face tats
In the Acura, I treat it like a Maybach
Blunt in hand, do my dance, snuck me on her OnlyFans
Used to pull up to the crib, she see them lights and let me in
To tell the truth, if you hate to lose, you outta win
We only talk cause we do business, I am not a friend
Niggas in them bricks, but everybody got some hope for me
I was born a winner, someone point me where the trophy be
F*cked it up so many times, had to change the strategy
I was showin' love, two for 20, just like Applebee's
Bitches wanna hug when they baby daddy after me
Just got in the club, baby, buy yourself a daiquiri
I made some predictions in the past and they had accuracy
Shawty wanna work it out again, I call it blasphemy
Bitch, I'm off the charger like I juiced up my phone battery
Your money could be longer if you cut it out that cappery
Ayy, ayy, hard head lil' niggas, they'll never learn
Heart ice cold, but that pistol make you feel the burn
Shit be gettin' old, so don't hate, sit and wait your turn
I was in the back with that pack, goin' Tommy Hearns
They say, where you been? They thought I fell off the face of earth
All my niggas spent, not from Oakland, but they rage or turf
It be people wishin' for the best, but they pray for worse
Know my daughter finna pop a shit when she start speakin' words
And when they kill you, make you stronger, word to mama
She sayin' somethin' bout me, bitch, I'm like no other
No Eddie Griffin, but your brother undercover
I keep that lightning, if I flash it, you hear thunder
I put in overtime to keep from goin' under
School out, but I'm teachin' all summer
Too loud, try to rob, it's a bummer
Cool out, smokin' runtz, it's Obama
Long way from fixin' tacos and sellin' Grammies
I just had to swerve a pothole from countin' whammies
They say, Sparkk trap is nachos and tried to ban me
Bitch, I'm bout to rip the runway, prepare for landing
Beat your ass, then go to gunplay, I understand it
Caught me countin' up them blue strips, that's red-handed
Said she wasn't born with tonsils, a headbanded
Fifty on the glock, but he died from one canon
Drag strip, pink slip, loose lips, sink ships
Made the whole f*ck way back and still got like three zips
Blue chips, green chips, pussy hole, mean grip
I seen that with fun signs, still ain't let my dreams slip
All gas, I don't need no brake pad
She say I'm a trap nigga, but you make a great dad
Wrong time to talk inside the club, baby, shake that
I ain't have to do a damn thing, she told me, lay back
1v1, if it's solo smoke, I'mma face that
I ain't hard to find, but I'm no needle in no haystack
He not with the shit, he just got a lot of face tats
In the Acura, I treat it like a Maybach
Blunt in hand, do my dance, snuck me on her OnlyFans
Used to pull up to the crib, she see them lights and let me in
To tell the truth, if you hate to lose, you outta win
We only talk cause we do business, I am not a friend
Writer: Dominque Stroy
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