G-Fam, it's on the beat
Bitches jus poppin', we steppin' and stompin'
Inside of the booth, I know we locked in
I just wanna run the streets, young kid wanna run the streets
I just wanna run the streets, you can't do it big like me
No bitchin, just real shit
My diamonds on wristless
They hate on a kid, knowing that he rich as shit
Got a whole beard, I'm grown ass man
But I make you face your fears
And we pouring up, say cheers
And all the dead ones here
And I want them to be proud of me
Will they be proud of me
I'ma just stunt in the booth and just build it up, shit legacy
And I'm just gonna kill the competition and push the regimen
Had to be different, had to be cold, nigga don't f*ck with me
I know I'm a grown kid
Show me the ropes, bitch
And I feel like 2 Chainz, like Wiz, bitch, I own it
Bitch, bitch
Oh, yeah
On me
Pull up with friends, We Icey just dripped in Givenchy
Get in the car, it's a WRECK uh
I can't just give it a rest
Spazzin and spazzin the tables have turned
And bitch, you burn
In the back, and I'm smoking, I'm rolling, the herbss
Opps whenever they knew me
They know that I was flying in Gucci
They know that I came from the good things
Mix it in the back of the Birkins
They trying and trying to stop me
Keep it coming, cause they'll never top me
Ashes, just burn
We watching it burn
Dope bread, cheese, ASIAGO, go on a verge
This bitch is a virg
I'm doing it different than niggas
At birth
And I'm high as a bird
Take Xans I'ma go and splurge
Anything for a verse
No, it hurts, but
You know it's deserved
Started by doing a verse
Then I just drifted and gifted in curses
Put it in blood, and I put it in disserment
Up for the opps, and the feinds get served
Wait, but that's yo girl
She wanna get served the P's and the work
But how that work
No, I won't snitch out like no bird
And I'm just ballin on hoes
You would think that I'm just Larry Bird
Know that I'm calling my bros
And we gon jus sell out and pop out of all the work
Verse
Don't make it work
Bread, Cheese, Dope, ASIAGO WORRK
Woorrrrkkk
Dropout - ASIAGO Lyrics
Dropout - ASIAGO Lyrics
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G-Fam, it's on the beat
Bitches jus poppin', we steppin' and stompin'
Inside of the booth, I know we locked in
I just wanna run the streets, young kid wanna run the streets
I just wanna run the streets, you can't do it big like me
No bitchin, just real shit
My diamonds on wristless
They hate on a kid, knowing that he rich as shit
Got a whole beard, I'm grown ass man
But I make you face your fears
And we pouring up, say cheers
And all the dead ones here
And I want them to be proud of me
Will they be proud of me
I'ma just stunt in the booth and just build it up, shit legacy
And I'm just gonna kill the competition and push the regimen
Had to be different, had to be cold, nigga don't f*ck with me
I know I'm a grown kid
Show me the ropes, bitch
And I feel like 2 Chainz, like Wiz, bitch, I own it
Bitch, bitch
Oh, yeah
On me
Pull up with friends, We Icey just dripped in Givenchy
Get in the car, it's a WRECK uh
I can't just give it a rest
Spazzin and spazzin the tables have turned
And bitch, you burn
In the back, and I'm smoking, I'm rolling, the herbss
Opps whenever they knew me
They know that I was flying in Gucci
They know that I came from the good things
Mix it in the back of the Birkins
They trying and trying to stop me
Keep it coming, cause they'll never top me
Ashes, just burn
We watching it burn
Dope bread, cheese, ASIAGO, go on a verge
This bitch is a virg
I'm doing it different than niggas
At birth
And I'm high as a bird
Take Xans I'ma go and splurge
Anything for a verse
No, it hurts, but
You know it's deserved
Started by doing a verse
Then I just drifted and gifted in curses
Put it in blood, and I put it in disserment
Up for the opps, and the feinds get served
Wait, but that's yo girl
She wanna get served the P's and the work
But how that work
No, I won't snitch out like no bird
And I'm just ballin on hoes
You would think that I'm just Larry Bird
Know that I'm calling my bros
And we gon jus sell out and pop out of all the work
Verse
Don't make it work
Bread, Cheese, Dope, ASIAGO WORRK
Woorrrrkkk
Bitches jus poppin', we steppin' and stompin'
Inside of the booth, I know we locked in
I just wanna run the streets, young kid wanna run the streets
I just wanna run the streets, you can't do it big like me
No bitchin, just real shit
My diamonds on wristless
They hate on a kid, knowing that he rich as shit
Got a whole beard, I'm grown ass man
But I make you face your fears
And we pouring up, say cheers
And all the dead ones here
And I want them to be proud of me
Will they be proud of me
I'ma just stunt in the booth and just build it up, shit legacy
And I'm just gonna kill the competition and push the regimen
Had to be different, had to be cold, nigga don't f*ck with me
I know I'm a grown kid
Show me the ropes, bitch
And I feel like 2 Chainz, like Wiz, bitch, I own it
Bitch, bitch
Oh, yeah
On me
Pull up with friends, We Icey just dripped in Givenchy
Get in the car, it's a WRECK uh
I can't just give it a rest
Spazzin and spazzin the tables have turned
And bitch, you burn
In the back, and I'm smoking, I'm rolling, the herbss
Opps whenever they knew me
They know that I was flying in Gucci
They know that I came from the good things
Mix it in the back of the Birkins
They trying and trying to stop me
Keep it coming, cause they'll never top me
Ashes, just burn
We watching it burn
Dope bread, cheese, ASIAGO, go on a verge
This bitch is a virg
I'm doing it different than niggas
At birth
And I'm high as a bird
Take Xans I'ma go and splurge
Anything for a verse
No, it hurts, but
You know it's deserved
Started by doing a verse
Then I just drifted and gifted in curses
Put it in blood, and I put it in disserment
Up for the opps, and the feinds get served
Wait, but that's yo girl
She wanna get served the P's and the work
But how that work
No, I won't snitch out like no bird
And I'm just ballin on hoes
You would think that I'm just Larry Bird
Know that I'm calling my bros
And we gon jus sell out and pop out of all the work
Verse
Don't make it work
Bread, Cheese, Dope, ASIAGO WORRK
Woorrrrkkk
Writer: Roshaun Nayeem
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid