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I've been grindin' hard for these last few days
Lame ass nigga you'll never get laid
I've been poppin' my shit since my name was King Sade
I ain't had no help, all this shit self made
These niggas folded , then flew away like a paper plane
How you snitch on yo homie, look at us, we not the same
I had shot at that nigga, give him warnings, it's a graze
I got blood on my shirt, I had to hit 'em close range
Nigga, we can do this both ways, or do this one way
Goin' crazy on the interstate, swervin' all the lanes
Dumb ass niggas always around, you can't get a plate
In a city, if I meet a one-way, gotta look both ways
Had to change the flow up, nah, nigga, now I'm gettin' paid
Workin' nine to five'?, but on the side, I get paid every day
Pape is what I'm talkin', if you ain't talkin', get up out the way
Had to gets the switches,Brodie was late, he say he on the way
Hey, I'm a young, rich nigga, you can keep the hoes
Nigga talkin' bout me, nigga, what are those?
Think the lil nigga mad? I had f*cked his hoe.
Took his bitch to breakfast, had the crack her, made her egg, yoke
Met this one Spanish bitch, I told her, adios
Had a white and black bitch like a Oreo
Hold on bro turn up the beat in these headphones
Naww I'm playing Yeah I do this by myself, I do this on my own
I'm only 18, tryna do big things
This a ghost glock, you've never seen hem
Doin' like a hunnid, just to dump the yen's
One ring, two rings, aww shit, baby, that's the fien
I've been grindin' hard for these last few days
Lame ass nigga you'll never get laid
I've been poppin' my shit since my name was King Sade
I ain't had no help, all this shit self made
These niggas folded , then flew away like a paper plane
How you snitch on yo homie, look at us, we not the same
I had shot at that nigga, give him warnings, it's a graze
I got blood on my shirt, I had to hit 'em close range
Nigga, we can do this both ways, or do this one way
Goin' crazy on the interstate, swervin' all the lanes
Dumb ass niggas always around, you can't get a plate
In a city, if I meet a one-way, gotta look both ways
Had to change the flow up, nah, nigga, now I'm gettin' paid
Workin' nine to five'?, but on the side, I get paid every day
Pape is what I'm talkin', if you ain't talkin', get up out the way
Had to gets the switches, Brodie was late, he say he on the way
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I've been grindin' hard for these last few days
Lame ass nigga you'll never get laid
I've been poppin' my shit since my name was King Sade
I ain't had no help, all this shit self made
These niggas folded , then flew away like a paper plane
How you snitch on yo homie, look at us, we not the same
I had shot at that nigga, give him warnings, it's a graze
I got blood on my shirt, I had to hit 'em close range
Nigga, we can do this both ways, or do this one way
Goin' crazy on the interstate, swervin' all the lanes
Dumb ass niggas always around, you can't get a plate
In a city, if I meet a one-way, gotta look both ways
Had to change the flow up, nah, nigga, now I'm gettin' paid
Workin' nine to five'?, but on the side, I get paid every day
Pape is what I'm talkin', if you ain't talkin', get up out the way
Had to gets the switches,Brodie was late, he say he on the way
Hey, I'm a young, rich nigga, you can keep the hoes
Nigga talkin' bout me, nigga, what are those?
Think the lil nigga mad? I had f*cked his hoe.
Took his bitch to breakfast, had the crack her, made her egg, yoke
Met this one Spanish bitch, I told her, adios
Had a white and black bitch like a Oreo
Hold on bro turn up the beat in these headphones
Naww I'm playing Yeah I do this by myself, I do this on my own
I'm only 18, tryna do big things
This a ghost glock, you've never seen hem
Doin' like a hunnid, just to dump the yen's
One ring, two rings, aww shit, baby, that's the fien
I've been grindin' hard for these last few days
Lame ass nigga you'll never get laid
I've been poppin' my shit since my name was King Sade
I ain't had no help, all this shit self made
These niggas folded , then flew away like a paper plane
How you snitch on yo homie, look at us, we not the same
I had shot at that nigga, give him warnings, it's a graze
I got blood on my shirt, I had to hit 'em close range
Nigga, we can do this both ways, or do this one way
Goin' crazy on the interstate, swervin' all the lanes
Dumb ass niggas always around, you can't get a plate
In a city, if I meet a one-way, gotta look both ways
Had to change the flow up, nah, nigga, now I'm gettin' paid
Workin' nine to five'?, but on the side, I get paid every day
Pape is what I'm talkin', if you ain't talkin', get up out the way
Had to gets the switches, Brodie was late, he say he on the way
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Writer: NIK R ROOS, MARTIJN H J VAN SONDEREN, THIJS DE VLIEGER, CHRISTOPHER JAMES PURCELL, DANIEL PHILLIP RICE, NICHOLAS GEORGE RICE, JAMES JOSEPH SMITH, ALICE ROSEMARY SPOONER
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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