These mothaf*ckas talking about me man? What?
Tough luck... Seems that u gotch yourself stuck.
Called out ya bluff, what u brought wasnt enough
Guero with the business, this is what I run
Look What I begun, and witness what I become.
What? Yeah...
Grew up in the valley of the Sun came from Salt Lake City, didnt have no funds.
We was tryna get it out the Mud. We was tryna get somethin to Grub, foreal.
I was rollin on the West in my Chevrolet it wasnt hard to find me.
Only Down ass Bitches try to treat me like a King when they bang my line... see.
No time for that Simp shit
Gaurantee that I got what you're missin
Gotta good heart, but I think its been missin.
Remindin these bitches that there's no competition
I was 16 ona mission
Bullets in my cuete, sink full of dishes
Breakin down bomb kush for the swisha
Yes I get high off the shit that im Dishin.
Toastin up cuz im stern & concerned
About all these moves im about to adjourn.
Gotta go thru it cuz that way u learn.
Cant be scared of the ways of the world how it turns.
I was sick of lookin bummy, all the bad ass bitches used to turn me down...
Now that I been gettin to this money
All these hoes out in public tryna play my sound.
Constantly on the move to be honest.
Im Gettin back to work, take ya hands out ya pockets
U tough w that strap, are you a man without it?
U Freeze when you pull it, You Cant even doubt it.
Muhf*cka Pull up To the scene.
As soon as I see you im lettin it Ring.
(Is that that mf right there? Oh im about to Blast this foo)
Keep my mouth straight shut I don't talk shit
Puttin Money over bitches on my mob shit.
Tough luck, f*cked up catastrophic
Are you Soakn up these Wise words from a Prophet?
On the road to the riches, sittin poor.
Dickie shorts, pro-club & a fitted.
Hold'n tight, Ill be there ina Minute
Runnin red lights hydroplane across the intersection
Calculatin the Time with the profit
Puttin money over bitches on my mob shit
Tough luck, f*cked up Catastrophic
Nuclear bomb all the ones that are Toxic.
Told yo ass in the begginin
Daily Motivation I aint sayin no Simp shit
I can tell just who is & who isnt.
This a War zone get ready for a mission
2020 Now I gotta new vision
Clear as can be, now I seek opposition.
All these mothaf*ckas just didnt listen
Now im bout to put em on my mothaf*ckin hitlist.
They just mad cuz im young & im blessed
Dressed fresh, puttin blunt smoke in my chest.
Drunk off Modelo with a Gun, NO VEST
Whats west, Want smoke Foo say it with ya Chest.
Drunk off Modelo with a Gun No Vest
Whats West Want smoke foo say it with ya chest, pues...
(Laughing)
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These mothaf*ckas talking about me man? What?
Tough luck... Seems that u gotch yourself stuck.
Called out ya bluff, what u brought wasnt enough
Guero with the business, this is what I run
Look What I begun, and witness what I become.
What? Yeah...
Grew up in the valley of the Sun came from Salt Lake City, didnt have no funds.
We was tryna get it out the Mud. We was tryna get somethin to Grub, foreal.
I was rollin on the West in my Chevrolet it wasnt hard to find me.
Only Down ass Bitches try to treat me like a King when they bang my line... see.
No time for that Simp shit
Gaurantee that I got what you're missin
Gotta good heart, but I think its been missin.
Remindin these bitches that there's no competition
I was 16 ona mission
Bullets in my cuete, sink full of dishes
Breakin down bomb kush for the swisha
Yes I get high off the shit that im Dishin.
Toastin up cuz im stern & concerned
About all these moves im about to adjourn.
Gotta go thru it cuz that way u learn.
Cant be scared of the ways of the world how it turns.
I was sick of lookin bummy, all the bad ass bitches used to turn me down...
Now that I been gettin to this money
All these hoes out in public tryna play my sound.
Constantly on the move to be honest.
Im Gettin back to work, take ya hands out ya pockets
U tough w that strap, are you a man without it?
U Freeze when you pull it, You Cant even doubt it.
Muhf*cka Pull up To the scene.
As soon as I see you im lettin it Ring.
(Is that that mf right there? Oh im about to Blast this foo)
Keep my mouth straight shut I don't talk shit
Puttin Money over bitches on my mob shit.
Tough luck, f*cked up catastrophic
Are you Soakn up these Wise words from a Prophet?
On the road to the riches, sittin poor.
Dickie shorts, pro-club & a fitted.
Hold'n tight, Ill be there ina Minute
Runnin red lights hydroplane across the intersection
Calculatin the Time with the profit
Puttin money over bitches on my mob shit
Tough luck, f*cked up Catastrophic
Nuclear bomb all the ones that are Toxic.
Told yo ass in the begginin
Daily Motivation I aint sayin no Simp shit
I can tell just who is & who isnt.
This a War zone get ready for a mission
2020 Now I gotta new vision
Clear as can be, now I seek opposition.
All these mothaf*ckas just didnt listen
Now im bout to put em on my mothaf*ckin hitlist.
They just mad cuz im young & im blessed
Dressed fresh, puttin blunt smoke in my chest.
Drunk off Modelo with a Gun, NO VEST
Whats west, Want smoke Foo say it with ya Chest.
Drunk off Modelo with a Gun No Vest
Whats West Want smoke foo say it with ya chest, pues...
(Laughing)
Tough luck... Seems that u gotch yourself stuck.
Called out ya bluff, what u brought wasnt enough
Guero with the business, this is what I run
Look What I begun, and witness what I become.
What? Yeah...
Grew up in the valley of the Sun came from Salt Lake City, didnt have no funds.
We was tryna get it out the Mud. We was tryna get somethin to Grub, foreal.
I was rollin on the West in my Chevrolet it wasnt hard to find me.
Only Down ass Bitches try to treat me like a King when they bang my line... see.
No time for that Simp shit
Gaurantee that I got what you're missin
Gotta good heart, but I think its been missin.
Remindin these bitches that there's no competition
I was 16 ona mission
Bullets in my cuete, sink full of dishes
Breakin down bomb kush for the swisha
Yes I get high off the shit that im Dishin.
Toastin up cuz im stern & concerned
About all these moves im about to adjourn.
Gotta go thru it cuz that way u learn.
Cant be scared of the ways of the world how it turns.
I was sick of lookin bummy, all the bad ass bitches used to turn me down...
Now that I been gettin to this money
All these hoes out in public tryna play my sound.
Constantly on the move to be honest.
Im Gettin back to work, take ya hands out ya pockets
U tough w that strap, are you a man without it?
U Freeze when you pull it, You Cant even doubt it.
Muhf*cka Pull up To the scene.
As soon as I see you im lettin it Ring.
(Is that that mf right there? Oh im about to Blast this foo)
Keep my mouth straight shut I don't talk shit
Puttin Money over bitches on my mob shit.
Tough luck, f*cked up catastrophic
Are you Soakn up these Wise words from a Prophet?
On the road to the riches, sittin poor.
Dickie shorts, pro-club & a fitted.
Hold'n tight, Ill be there ina Minute
Runnin red lights hydroplane across the intersection
Calculatin the Time with the profit
Puttin money over bitches on my mob shit
Tough luck, f*cked up Catastrophic
Nuclear bomb all the ones that are Toxic.
Told yo ass in the begginin
Daily Motivation I aint sayin no Simp shit
I can tell just who is & who isnt.
This a War zone get ready for a mission
2020 Now I gotta new vision
Clear as can be, now I seek opposition.
All these mothaf*ckas just didnt listen
Now im bout to put em on my mothaf*ckin hitlist.
They just mad cuz im young & im blessed
Dressed fresh, puttin blunt smoke in my chest.
Drunk off Modelo with a Gun, NO VEST
Whats west, Want smoke Foo say it with ya Chest.
Drunk off Modelo with a Gun No Vest
Whats West Want smoke foo say it with ya chest, pues...
(Laughing)