Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Real G's, move in silence I don't talk much
Cocaine, all white force, I can't walk much
They say money ain't everything but everything cost something
I'm a real f*ckin' sick f*ck, now my nose runnin
I know how to take a bitch down and have her soul cummin
Walk down on niggas on the road, now I'm road runnin
Niggas been hatin' on the low, so I'm pole clutch
The AK came from overseas, it only know Russian
Tell the coach to send a blitz
Had to talk to God, cause I was supposed to get him hit
All this money on my mind like I'm supposed to get rich
I be throwin' up the four, but I be posted in the six
You doin' all that barkin, you supposed to be a bitch
Smokin' niggas by the eighth, but it's supposed to be a zip
If you ain't worried about the paper, you ain't supposed to get lit
Like, why you worried about the score? Nigga, up dog shit
She bouncin' on a nigga dick on some frog shit
She f*ckin' me, but got a man at home, she wrong for this
I can't believe that you was crashin' out, I made a song for this
I get a bag, start flashin' out and profit all of this
Yeah, I'm bout to profit all of y'all
Light skinned nigga, I'm the one LaMelo ball
I was the one you loved, now I'm the one you never call
Like, I'm supposed to give a f*ck about this shit, not at all
Goofy, all these chops, I'm just tryin' to shoot a move
Started rap, cause it was fun, now I'm just tryin' to get groovy
Invested in rap, cause I was good, now I'm just tryin' to get it movin
Niggas cappin' bout life in real life, this shit gettin' confusing
Bought a gun, but I ain't never had to use it
Call me crazy, but I'm prayin' for the day that I do
Niggas in the paint, but they be sayin' they gon' shoot
Bitch, I'm really in that mode, like I'm Trav, give me loot
We could really walk him down, I got the mask inside the coupe
I'm finna turn this bitch up, I got the gas up in the booth
Before I try to do it right, I had the stash up in the roof
And I been chillin' for the day, I got a crash bandicoot
Real G's, move in silence, I don't talk much
Cocaine, all white force, I can't walk much
They say money ain't everything, but everything costs some
I'm a real f*ckin' sick f*ck, now my nose runnin
I know how to take a bitch down and have her soul cummin
Walk down on niggas on the road, now I'm road runnin
Niggas been hatin' on the low, so I'm pole-clutchin
AK came from overseas, it only know Russian
Ivo24k - Iont Talk Much Lyrics
Ivo24k - Iont Talk Much Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Real G's, move in silence I don't talk much
Cocaine, all white force, I can't walk much
They say money ain't everything but everything cost something
I'm a real f*ckin' sick f*ck, now my nose runnin
I know how to take a bitch down and have her soul cummin
Walk down on niggas on the road, now I'm road runnin
Niggas been hatin' on the low, so I'm pole clutch
The AK came from overseas, it only know Russian
Tell the coach to send a blitz
Had to talk to God, cause I was supposed to get him hit
All this money on my mind like I'm supposed to get rich
I be throwin' up the four, but I be posted in the six
You doin' all that barkin, you supposed to be a bitch
Smokin' niggas by the eighth, but it's supposed to be a zip
If you ain't worried about the paper, you ain't supposed to get lit
Like, why you worried about the score? Nigga, up dog shit
She bouncin' on a nigga dick on some frog shit
She f*ckin' me, but got a man at home, she wrong for this
I can't believe that you was crashin' out, I made a song for this
I get a bag, start flashin' out and profit all of this
Yeah, I'm bout to profit all of y'all
Light skinned nigga, I'm the one LaMelo ball
I was the one you loved, now I'm the one you never call
Like, I'm supposed to give a f*ck about this shit, not at all
Goofy, all these chops, I'm just tryin' to shoot a move
Started rap, cause it was fun, now I'm just tryin' to get groovy
Invested in rap, cause I was good, now I'm just tryin' to get it movin
Niggas cappin' bout life in real life, this shit gettin' confusing
Bought a gun, but I ain't never had to use it
Call me crazy, but I'm prayin' for the day that I do
Niggas in the paint, but they be sayin' they gon' shoot
Bitch, I'm really in that mode, like I'm Trav, give me loot
We could really walk him down, I got the mask inside the coupe
I'm finna turn this bitch up, I got the gas up in the booth
Before I try to do it right, I had the stash up in the roof
And I been chillin' for the day, I got a crash bandicoot
Real G's, move in silence, I don't talk much
Cocaine, all white force, I can't walk much
They say money ain't everything, but everything costs some
I'm a real f*ckin' sick f*ck, now my nose runnin
I know how to take a bitch down and have her soul cummin
Walk down on niggas on the road, now I'm road runnin
Niggas been hatin' on the low, so I'm pole-clutchin
AK came from overseas, it only know Russian
Real G's, move in silence I don't talk much
Cocaine, all white force, I can't walk much
They say money ain't everything but everything cost something
I'm a real f*ckin' sick f*ck, now my nose runnin
I know how to take a bitch down and have her soul cummin
Walk down on niggas on the road, now I'm road runnin
Niggas been hatin' on the low, so I'm pole clutch
The AK came from overseas, it only know Russian
Tell the coach to send a blitz
Had to talk to God, cause I was supposed to get him hit
All this money on my mind like I'm supposed to get rich
I be throwin' up the four, but I be posted in the six
You doin' all that barkin, you supposed to be a bitch
Smokin' niggas by the eighth, but it's supposed to be a zip
If you ain't worried about the paper, you ain't supposed to get lit
Like, why you worried about the score? Nigga, up dog shit
She bouncin' on a nigga dick on some frog shit
She f*ckin' me, but got a man at home, she wrong for this
I can't believe that you was crashin' out, I made a song for this
I get a bag, start flashin' out and profit all of this
Yeah, I'm bout to profit all of y'all
Light skinned nigga, I'm the one LaMelo ball
I was the one you loved, now I'm the one you never call
Like, I'm supposed to give a f*ck about this shit, not at all
Goofy, all these chops, I'm just tryin' to shoot a move
Started rap, cause it was fun, now I'm just tryin' to get groovy
Invested in rap, cause I was good, now I'm just tryin' to get it movin
Niggas cappin' bout life in real life, this shit gettin' confusing
Bought a gun, but I ain't never had to use it
Call me crazy, but I'm prayin' for the day that I do
Niggas in the paint, but they be sayin' they gon' shoot
Bitch, I'm really in that mode, like I'm Trav, give me loot
We could really walk him down, I got the mask inside the coupe
I'm finna turn this bitch up, I got the gas up in the booth
Before I try to do it right, I had the stash up in the roof
And I been chillin' for the day, I got a crash bandicoot
Real G's, move in silence, I don't talk much
Cocaine, all white force, I can't walk much
They say money ain't everything, but everything costs some
I'm a real f*ckin' sick f*ck, now my nose runnin
I know how to take a bitch down and have her soul cummin
Walk down on niggas on the road, now I'm road runnin
Niggas been hatin' on the low, so I'm pole-clutchin
AK came from overseas, it only know Russian
Writer: Ivo Hill
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid