Kick back
Put your feet up
Sit back
Then I speed up
Got your bitch sucking like a leech huh
Shoulda kept the dog on a leash huh
Shouldn't have let me climb up them six feet huh
Got gold on my top six teeth as I speak
No feat I can't achieve with my own damn means I don't need y'all
Better slow your roll lil' homie
Karma my bitch and she never got cold feet
Coming around and she like to sit real close to me
Sending shots I'mma hit you and the goalie
When's the last time they ain't rap about a rollie?
Killing more shit than the police
Hop on a track then I pour grease
Light a fire on that ass and it's all me
No Drake, no Sean but I got 2 chains and a watch on my arm I just went against the shit that I said but it's hard to keep track with all this money in my thoughts
Money in the vault, money in the grave shout out Ricky Ross
Been a lil pissed off they ain't mention me
Got the stick like lacrosse if they pressing me
Cooking with the sauce like a recipe
Got the shirts coming off when she texting me
Might believe in a God how he blessing me
Nah lemme chill
Got this baddie rolling up in her six inch heels
I'mma add two more then I'mma ask how it feels
I swear she could suck a damn banana through a peel
Nah let's get real
Lemme get serious and show you why I'm here
Got some troubles in the rear and they need to stay there
Tryna steer clear of the wrong things and my fears
Tryna get rich for I got some gray in the beard
At the gate at the top of the stairs only living in your ears
Kick back
Put your feet up
Sit back
Then I speed up
Drowning in pussy by the goddamn liter
She can always leave cause I'll never really need her
Kick back
Put your feet up
Sit back
Then I speed up
Running up coins like a goddamn meter
All on my groin got a couple little divas
Kick back
Put your feet up
Sit back
Then I speed up
Running my shit like a goddamn Caesar
Running too long need a goddamn breather
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Kick back
Put your feet up
Sit back
Then I speed up
Got your bitch sucking like a leech huh
Shoulda kept the dog on a leash huh
Shouldn't have let me climb up them six feet huh
Got gold on my top six teeth as I speak
No feat I can't achieve with my own damn means I don't need y'all
Better slow your roll lil' homie
Karma my bitch and she never got cold feet
Coming around and she like to sit real close to me
Sending shots I'mma hit you and the goalie
When's the last time they ain't rap about a rollie?
Killing more shit than the police
Hop on a track then I pour grease
Light a fire on that ass and it's all me
No Drake, no Sean but I got 2 chains and a watch on my arm I just went against the shit that I said but it's hard to keep track with all this money in my thoughts
Money in the vault, money in the grave shout out Ricky Ross
Been a lil pissed off they ain't mention me
Got the stick like lacrosse if they pressing me
Cooking with the sauce like a recipe
Got the shirts coming off when she texting me
Might believe in a God how he blessing me
Nah lemme chill
Got this baddie rolling up in her six inch heels
I'mma add two more then I'mma ask how it feels
I swear she could suck a damn banana through a peel
Nah let's get real
Lemme get serious and show you why I'm here
Got some troubles in the rear and they need to stay there
Tryna steer clear of the wrong things and my fears
Tryna get rich for I got some gray in the beard
At the gate at the top of the stairs only living in your ears
Kick back
Put your feet up
Sit back
Then I speed up
Drowning in pussy by the goddamn liter
She can always leave cause I'll never really need her
Kick back
Put your feet up
Sit back
Then I speed up
Running up coins like a goddamn meter
All on my groin got a couple little divas
Kick back
Put your feet up
Sit back
Then I speed up
Running my shit like a goddamn Caesar
Running too long need a goddamn breather
Put your feet up
Sit back
Then I speed up
Got your bitch sucking like a leech huh
Shoulda kept the dog on a leash huh
Shouldn't have let me climb up them six feet huh
Got gold on my top six teeth as I speak
No feat I can't achieve with my own damn means I don't need y'all
Better slow your roll lil' homie
Karma my bitch and she never got cold feet
Coming around and she like to sit real close to me
Sending shots I'mma hit you and the goalie
When's the last time they ain't rap about a rollie?
Killing more shit than the police
Hop on a track then I pour grease
Light a fire on that ass and it's all me
No Drake, no Sean but I got 2 chains and a watch on my arm I just went against the shit that I said but it's hard to keep track with all this money in my thoughts
Money in the vault, money in the grave shout out Ricky Ross
Been a lil pissed off they ain't mention me
Got the stick like lacrosse if they pressing me
Cooking with the sauce like a recipe
Got the shirts coming off when she texting me
Might believe in a God how he blessing me
Nah lemme chill
Got this baddie rolling up in her six inch heels
I'mma add two more then I'mma ask how it feels
I swear she could suck a damn banana through a peel
Nah let's get real
Lemme get serious and show you why I'm here
Got some troubles in the rear and they need to stay there
Tryna steer clear of the wrong things and my fears
Tryna get rich for I got some gray in the beard
At the gate at the top of the stairs only living in your ears
Kick back
Put your feet up
Sit back
Then I speed up
Drowning in pussy by the goddamn liter
She can always leave cause I'll never really need her
Kick back
Put your feet up
Sit back
Then I speed up
Running up coins like a goddamn meter
All on my groin got a couple little divas
Kick back
Put your feet up
Sit back
Then I speed up
Running my shit like a goddamn Caesar
Running too long need a goddamn breather
Writer: Logan Richardson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid