Back in the stu man it's been a lil minute
I'm feeling sick needa go to the clinic
Bought me a zip now we right back to business
My windows is tinted no you can't see in it
The ops steady listen they just trynna mimic
You being a critic but whippin' a civic
Only 16 but I'm lookin' at digits
They know that I'm winnin' n they gettin' livid
Internet dissin' the life you ain't livin'
Boy, you a bitch n you fake like acrylic
Pushin' the limit until I am finished
Put you in the sky like you f*ckin' with physics
Back in the stu man it's been a lil minute
I'm feeling sick needa go to the clinic
Bought me a zip now we right back to business
My windows is tinted no you can't see in it
The ops steady listen they just tryna mimic
You being a critic but whippin' a civic
Only 16 but I'm lookin' at digits
They know that I'm winnin' n they gettin' livid
Internet dissin' the life you ain't livin'
Boy, you a bitch n you fake like acrylic
Pushin' the limit until I am finished
Put you in the sky like you f*ckin' with physics
Makin' USD's over seas
That's US dollars that you can't achieve
They want me dead n it's all that I see
Back in the stu man it's been like a week
Back in the stu imma kill it with ease
Talkin' bout drillin' but you never squeeze
I gotta disease I can't go without cheese
Up the degrees I be high as a tree
I hop in the the boof n I'm hotter than Hades
I only make bops man I feel like Da Baby
Dirtiest pop this shit makin' me lazy
Runnin' up racks while you sit there n day dream
I go dumb and then stupid, retarded and crazy
In the 8th grade whippin' in a Mercedes
Like I had a magnet I bring in the ladies
I'm stuck in my ways stacking lays I'm too wavy
If they call me slim then the shit gettin' shady
Turn that boy head to potatoes and gravy
Tell that bitch maybe then she say she hate me
I flex wit a stack and you flexin' with eighty
In the house like I'm Corey, I'm tellin' my story
I been through the storm n the shit really tore me
I'm sick over shorty
Got sticks in the 40
I'm rick n you morty
All this talk on my name but they don't know a thang
I hop in this bitch n I spit, I don't sang
I stay with the clique no we don't call it a gang
We in Columbus the 6 what we bang
Tell her keep suckin' if she trynna speak
She takin the meat, got her legs in a V
Might nut on her teeth or I'll aim for the sheets
I been in n out ain't no burgers but cheese
Stackin' up guap now I'm countin' a lot
I just head for the top use her head for the top
When I'm takin' a photo I don't even crop
Boy all of yo shit seem to be photo shopped
Sellin' out birds but I don't got no flock
Investing time to get rocks in my watch
I could never be stopped
I'm elite like some socks
Put her ass in the air all I see is her crotch
Put my dick in the crack like that shit was some floss
I mean crack as in pussy not anal, you thought
(Haha)
(Yeah)
They said, JB the boss, look what he bought
Rippin' 250's you hear the exhaust
I be tippin' them bitties
Ain't trippin' I'm litty
I wanna see titties
I rub on her kitty
Countin' up benji's n Jackson's n fifty's
Took over the city
Done take L's now I'm winnin
Still pray to god, but I'm sinning
I think my heart frozen; I don't got no feelings
But I just been spittin' n spittin'
Cause I gotta vision
Comin' from rags to the riches
Focus on money not bitches
Can't pick what I want
Need to make a decision, these bitches be trippin '
Back in the stu man it's been a lil minute
I'm feeling sick needa go to the clinic
Bought me a zip now we right back to business
My windows is tinted no you can't see in it
The ops steady listen they just trynna mimic
You being a critic but whippin' a civic
Only 16 but I'm lookin' at digits
They know that I'm winnin' n they gettin' livid
Internet dissin' the life you ain't livin'
Boy, you a bitch n you fake like acrylic
Pushin' the limit until I am finished
Put you in the sky like you f*ckin' with physics
Back in the stu man it's been a lil minute
I'm feeling sick needa go to the clinic
Bought me a zip now we right back to business
My windows is tinted no you can't see in it
The ops steady listen they just trynna mimic
You being a critic but whippin' a civic
Only 16 but I'm lookin' at digits
They know that I'm winnin' n they gettin' livid
Internet dissin' the life you ain't livin'
Boy, you a bitch n you fake like acrylic
Pushin' the limit until I am finished
Put you in the sky like you f*ckin' with physics
(Yeah)
(This how we comin' all year)
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Back in the stu man it's been a lil minute
I'm feeling sick needa go to the clinic
Bought me a zip now we right back to business
My windows is tinted no you can't see in it
The ops steady listen they just trynna mimic
You being a critic but whippin' a civic
Only 16 but I'm lookin' at digits
They know that I'm winnin' n they gettin' livid
Internet dissin' the life you ain't livin'
Boy, you a bitch n you fake like acrylic
Pushin' the limit until I am finished
Put you in the sky like you f*ckin' with physics
Back in the stu man it's been a lil minute
I'm feeling sick needa go to the clinic
Bought me a zip now we right back to business
My windows is tinted no you can't see in it
The ops steady listen they just tryna mimic
You being a critic but whippin' a civic
Only 16 but I'm lookin' at digits
They know that I'm winnin' n they gettin' livid
Internet dissin' the life you ain't livin'
Boy, you a bitch n you fake like acrylic
Pushin' the limit until I am finished
Put you in the sky like you f*ckin' with physics
Makin' USD's over seas
That's US dollars that you can't achieve
They want me dead n it's all that I see
Back in the stu man it's been like a week
Back in the stu imma kill it with ease
Talkin' bout drillin' but you never squeeze
I gotta disease I can't go without cheese
Up the degrees I be high as a tree
I hop in the the boof n I'm hotter than Hades
I only make bops man I feel like Da Baby
Dirtiest pop this shit makin' me lazy
Runnin' up racks while you sit there n day dream
I go dumb and then stupid, retarded and crazy
In the 8th grade whippin' in a Mercedes
Like I had a magnet I bring in the ladies
I'm stuck in my ways stacking lays I'm too wavy
If they call me slim then the shit gettin' shady
Turn that boy head to potatoes and gravy
Tell that bitch maybe then she say she hate me
I flex wit a stack and you flexin' with eighty
In the house like I'm Corey, I'm tellin' my story
I been through the storm n the shit really tore me
I'm sick over shorty
Got sticks in the 40
I'm rick n you morty
All this talk on my name but they don't know a thang
I hop in this bitch n I spit, I don't sang
I stay with the clique no we don't call it a gang
We in Columbus the 6 what we bang
Tell her keep suckin' if she trynna speak
She takin the meat, got her legs in a V
Might nut on her teeth or I'll aim for the sheets
I been in n out ain't no burgers but cheese
Stackin' up guap now I'm countin' a lot
I just head for the top use her head for the top
When I'm takin' a photo I don't even crop
Boy all of yo shit seem to be photo shopped
Sellin' out birds but I don't got no flock
Investing time to get rocks in my watch
I could never be stopped
I'm elite like some socks
Put her ass in the air all I see is her crotch
Put my dick in the crack like that shit was some floss
I mean crack as in pussy not anal, you thought
(Haha)
(Yeah)
They said, JB the boss, look what he bought
Rippin' 250's you hear the exhaust
I be tippin' them bitties
Ain't trippin' I'm litty
I wanna see titties
I rub on her kitty
Countin' up benji's n Jackson's n fifty's
Took over the city
Done take L's now I'm winnin
Still pray to god, but I'm sinning
I think my heart frozen; I don't got no feelings
But I just been spittin' n spittin'
Cause I gotta vision
Comin' from rags to the riches
Focus on money not bitches
Can't pick what I want
Need to make a decision, these bitches be trippin '
Back in the stu man it's been a lil minute
I'm feeling sick needa go to the clinic
Bought me a zip now we right back to business
My windows is tinted no you can't see in it
The ops steady listen they just trynna mimic
You being a critic but whippin' a civic
Only 16 but I'm lookin' at digits
They know that I'm winnin' n they gettin' livid
Internet dissin' the life you ain't livin'
Boy, you a bitch n you fake like acrylic
Pushin' the limit until I am finished
Put you in the sky like you f*ckin' with physics
Back in the stu man it's been a lil minute
I'm feeling sick needa go to the clinic
Bought me a zip now we right back to business
My windows is tinted no you can't see in it
The ops steady listen they just trynna mimic
You being a critic but whippin' a civic
Only 16 but I'm lookin' at digits
They know that I'm winnin' n they gettin' livid
Internet dissin' the life you ain't livin'
Boy, you a bitch n you fake like acrylic
Pushin' the limit until I am finished
Put you in the sky like you f*ckin' with physics
(Yeah)
(This how we comin' all year)
I'm feeling sick needa go to the clinic
Bought me a zip now we right back to business
My windows is tinted no you can't see in it
The ops steady listen they just trynna mimic
You being a critic but whippin' a civic
Only 16 but I'm lookin' at digits
They know that I'm winnin' n they gettin' livid
Internet dissin' the life you ain't livin'
Boy, you a bitch n you fake like acrylic
Pushin' the limit until I am finished
Put you in the sky like you f*ckin' with physics
Back in the stu man it's been a lil minute
I'm feeling sick needa go to the clinic
Bought me a zip now we right back to business
My windows is tinted no you can't see in it
The ops steady listen they just tryna mimic
You being a critic but whippin' a civic
Only 16 but I'm lookin' at digits
They know that I'm winnin' n they gettin' livid
Internet dissin' the life you ain't livin'
Boy, you a bitch n you fake like acrylic
Pushin' the limit until I am finished
Put you in the sky like you f*ckin' with physics
Makin' USD's over seas
That's US dollars that you can't achieve
They want me dead n it's all that I see
Back in the stu man it's been like a week
Back in the stu imma kill it with ease
Talkin' bout drillin' but you never squeeze
I gotta disease I can't go without cheese
Up the degrees I be high as a tree
I hop in the the boof n I'm hotter than Hades
I only make bops man I feel like Da Baby
Dirtiest pop this shit makin' me lazy
Runnin' up racks while you sit there n day dream
I go dumb and then stupid, retarded and crazy
In the 8th grade whippin' in a Mercedes
Like I had a magnet I bring in the ladies
I'm stuck in my ways stacking lays I'm too wavy
If they call me slim then the shit gettin' shady
Turn that boy head to potatoes and gravy
Tell that bitch maybe then she say she hate me
I flex wit a stack and you flexin' with eighty
In the house like I'm Corey, I'm tellin' my story
I been through the storm n the shit really tore me
I'm sick over shorty
Got sticks in the 40
I'm rick n you morty
All this talk on my name but they don't know a thang
I hop in this bitch n I spit, I don't sang
I stay with the clique no we don't call it a gang
We in Columbus the 6 what we bang
Tell her keep suckin' if she trynna speak
She takin the meat, got her legs in a V
Might nut on her teeth or I'll aim for the sheets
I been in n out ain't no burgers but cheese
Stackin' up guap now I'm countin' a lot
I just head for the top use her head for the top
When I'm takin' a photo I don't even crop
Boy all of yo shit seem to be photo shopped
Sellin' out birds but I don't got no flock
Investing time to get rocks in my watch
I could never be stopped
I'm elite like some socks
Put her ass in the air all I see is her crotch
Put my dick in the crack like that shit was some floss
I mean crack as in pussy not anal, you thought
(Haha)
(Yeah)
They said, JB the boss, look what he bought
Rippin' 250's you hear the exhaust
I be tippin' them bitties
Ain't trippin' I'm litty
I wanna see titties
I rub on her kitty
Countin' up benji's n Jackson's n fifty's
Took over the city
Done take L's now I'm winnin
Still pray to god, but I'm sinning
I think my heart frozen; I don't got no feelings
But I just been spittin' n spittin'
Cause I gotta vision
Comin' from rags to the riches
Focus on money not bitches
Can't pick what I want
Need to make a decision, these bitches be trippin '
Back in the stu man it's been a lil minute
I'm feeling sick needa go to the clinic
Bought me a zip now we right back to business
My windows is tinted no you can't see in it
The ops steady listen they just trynna mimic
You being a critic but whippin' a civic
Only 16 but I'm lookin' at digits
They know that I'm winnin' n they gettin' livid
Internet dissin' the life you ain't livin'
Boy, you a bitch n you fake like acrylic
Pushin' the limit until I am finished
Put you in the sky like you f*ckin' with physics
Back in the stu man it's been a lil minute
I'm feeling sick needa go to the clinic
Bought me a zip now we right back to business
My windows is tinted no you can't see in it
The ops steady listen they just trynna mimic
You being a critic but whippin' a civic
Only 16 but I'm lookin' at digits
They know that I'm winnin' n they gettin' livid
Internet dissin' the life you ain't livin'
Boy, you a bitch n you fake like acrylic
Pushin' the limit until I am finished
Put you in the sky like you f*ckin' with physics
(Yeah)
(This how we comin' all year)
Writer: Josh Bartko
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid