People, people, people be hatin' on me for no reason Ballin' on em like Roddy Ricch every
Season mess with my fam, I'ma get the squeezin
Put in that work and don't stop believin' Neck too froze, wrist too froze
When I step on the scene, homie, it be freezin' Homie, you don't know me like that, so why are you speakin' why are you speakin
Yeah, people be sayin' they want more So I put the rap game in the figure-four
I be up in this industry like it be end game choppin' these beats down like I am a sensei
Get to the racks like andale andale Flexin' on em' like NBA
Step on the scene, homie knows I don't play I don't be doin' no show for no dollars and
Dimes I'm up on my grind, it's my time to shine
Pop out on the scene, I be lookin' too fresh I be lookin' too fly, yeah
Girl look too fine, so I had to go and get it I got money on my mind, it's the way that
I been livin' See a pool full of bread and I'm bouta go
Swimmin, took too many shots, now my whole head's spinnin
When the bass start hittin, I can make the dead feel it
I know people with no cash flow, say they breadwinnin
Say they got it like that, but the money don't fold up
Come back round, I hit em' with a close-up Go back home, poke foes in a soda
I dropped out of school, I ain't get no diploma Been rollin' no gas, you can smell the aroma
The stuff that I seen put some weight on your shoulder
My woman be sweeter than coca-no-cola Been sleepin' on me like they stuck in a coma
One day I'll get me a Benz and a Rover Stayed on my grind cause I know it ain't over
They did me wrong and got blocked, ain't no closure
My flow be cold, it be 30 below ya Put in your chain and your wrist, let it show ya
People gon' hate and they don't even know ya
People be hatin' on me for no reason Ballin' on em like Roddy Ricch every season
Mess with my fam, I'ma get it squeezin' Put in that work and don't stop believin
Neck too froze, wrist too froze When I step on the scene, homie it be freezin
Homie don't know me like that, so why are you speakin, why are you speakin
People be hatin' on me for no reason Ballin' on em like Roddy Ricch every season
Mess with my fam, I'ma get it squeezin' Put in that work and don't stop believin
Neck too froze, wrist too froze When I step on the scene, homie it be freezin
Homie don't know me like that, so why are you speakin, why are you speakin
People be hatin' on me for no reason Ballin' on em like Roddy Ricch every season
Mess with my fam, I'ma get it squeezin' Put in that work and don't stop believin
Neck too froze, wrist too froze When I step on the scene, homie it be freezin
Homie don't know me like that, so why are you speakin, why are you speakin
BigNate - Like Dat (feat. OTCWAVY) Lyrics
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People, people, people be hatin' on me for no reason Ballin' on em like Roddy Ricch every
Season mess with my fam, I'ma get the squeezin
Put in that work and don't stop believin' Neck too froze, wrist too froze
When I step on the scene, homie, it be freezin' Homie, you don't know me like that, so why are you speakin' why are you speakin
Yeah, people be sayin' they want more So I put the rap game in the figure-four
I be up in this industry like it be end game choppin' these beats down like I am a sensei
Get to the racks like andale andale Flexin' on em' like NBA
Step on the scene, homie knows I don't play I don't be doin' no show for no dollars and
Dimes I'm up on my grind, it's my time to shine
Pop out on the scene, I be lookin' too fresh I be lookin' too fly, yeah
Girl look too fine, so I had to go and get it I got money on my mind, it's the way that
I been livin' See a pool full of bread and I'm bouta go
Swimmin, took too many shots, now my whole head's spinnin
When the bass start hittin, I can make the dead feel it
I know people with no cash flow, say they breadwinnin
Say they got it like that, but the money don't fold up
Come back round, I hit em' with a close-up Go back home, poke foes in a soda
I dropped out of school, I ain't get no diploma Been rollin' no gas, you can smell the aroma
The stuff that I seen put some weight on your shoulder
My woman be sweeter than coca-no-cola Been sleepin' on me like they stuck in a coma
One day I'll get me a Benz and a Rover Stayed on my grind cause I know it ain't over
They did me wrong and got blocked, ain't no closure
My flow be cold, it be 30 below ya Put in your chain and your wrist, let it show ya
People gon' hate and they don't even know ya
People be hatin' on me for no reason Ballin' on em like Roddy Ricch every season
Mess with my fam, I'ma get it squeezin' Put in that work and don't stop believin
Neck too froze, wrist too froze When I step on the scene, homie it be freezin
Homie don't know me like that, so why are you speakin, why are you speakin
People be hatin' on me for no reason Ballin' on em like Roddy Ricch every season
Mess with my fam, I'ma get it squeezin' Put in that work and don't stop believin
Neck too froze, wrist too froze When I step on the scene, homie it be freezin
Homie don't know me like that, so why are you speakin, why are you speakin
People be hatin' on me for no reason Ballin' on em like Roddy Ricch every season
Mess with my fam, I'ma get it squeezin' Put in that work and don't stop believin
Neck too froze, wrist too froze When I step on the scene, homie it be freezin
Homie don't know me like that, so why are you speakin, why are you speakin
Season mess with my fam, I'ma get the squeezin
Put in that work and don't stop believin' Neck too froze, wrist too froze
When I step on the scene, homie, it be freezin' Homie, you don't know me like that, so why are you speakin' why are you speakin
Yeah, people be sayin' they want more So I put the rap game in the figure-four
I be up in this industry like it be end game choppin' these beats down like I am a sensei
Get to the racks like andale andale Flexin' on em' like NBA
Step on the scene, homie knows I don't play I don't be doin' no show for no dollars and
Dimes I'm up on my grind, it's my time to shine
Pop out on the scene, I be lookin' too fresh I be lookin' too fly, yeah
Girl look too fine, so I had to go and get it I got money on my mind, it's the way that
I been livin' See a pool full of bread and I'm bouta go
Swimmin, took too many shots, now my whole head's spinnin
When the bass start hittin, I can make the dead feel it
I know people with no cash flow, say they breadwinnin
Say they got it like that, but the money don't fold up
Come back round, I hit em' with a close-up Go back home, poke foes in a soda
I dropped out of school, I ain't get no diploma Been rollin' no gas, you can smell the aroma
The stuff that I seen put some weight on your shoulder
My woman be sweeter than coca-no-cola Been sleepin' on me like they stuck in a coma
One day I'll get me a Benz and a Rover Stayed on my grind cause I know it ain't over
They did me wrong and got blocked, ain't no closure
My flow be cold, it be 30 below ya Put in your chain and your wrist, let it show ya
People gon' hate and they don't even know ya
People be hatin' on me for no reason Ballin' on em like Roddy Ricch every season
Mess with my fam, I'ma get it squeezin' Put in that work and don't stop believin
Neck too froze, wrist too froze When I step on the scene, homie it be freezin
Homie don't know me like that, so why are you speakin, why are you speakin
People be hatin' on me for no reason Ballin' on em like Roddy Ricch every season
Mess with my fam, I'ma get it squeezin' Put in that work and don't stop believin
Neck too froze, wrist too froze When I step on the scene, homie it be freezin
Homie don't know me like that, so why are you speakin, why are you speakin
People be hatin' on me for no reason Ballin' on em like Roddy Ricch every season
Mess with my fam, I'ma get it squeezin' Put in that work and don't stop believin
Neck too froze, wrist too froze When I step on the scene, homie it be freezin
Homie don't know me like that, so why are you speakin, why are you speakin
Writer: Nathan Sisk
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid