I roll up like I'm Kennedy
I'm feelin' just like John F
Don't talk to me about sad stuff
I ain't no NF
If you shoot at me I'm runnin' back just like I'm Kenneth
Like I'm Walker
That's just proof that I be really in this
I be higher than a guitar with a capo
Not high like weed just better than rap wackos
Your story don't matter out here
Just cut to outro
I'll give y'all the iron man
No Gwyneth Paltrow
Yo bitch coming straight to me I'm the pipe line
All I'm tryna do is be the richest in my bloodline
I lie a little bit so I always keep it 99
Wasn't even lookin at your girl that's my lazy eye
She kinda bad though
Respectable man I'll never call a bitch a hoe
You know im only making real bread you got play dough
Why she even play with me, she know she gon get played tho
Ayy
That chick on my dick smoking nic
Bet she smiling now
Damn i'm famished busting like a cannon Now she wilding out
This girl got a yeast infection
But can't make no bread
How
Get out my house
Bought you food and still can't get no head
Wow
Out of town she like me see you around
Not with that chick from Preston nah that
Chick was just a cow
Tryna take her out, to that town that's labeled pound
She tryna get a feat for dome, these hoes know what I'm bout
Blowin her back out like it's 50-0 at half time
Everywhere I step make shit happen like a land mine
Nothing change don't need a quarter back I still drop a dime
If getting paper was a hard crime I'd do hard time
17 still hittin up your mother don't care bout the law
It's okay I got a good lawyer I just call Saul
Make it to the end zone only time of ever dropped the ball
The girl said we use to FaceTime but I can't recall
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I roll up like I'm Kennedy
I'm feelin' just like John F
Don't talk to me about sad stuff
I ain't no NF
If you shoot at me I'm runnin' back just like I'm Kenneth
Like I'm Walker
That's just proof that I be really in this
I be higher than a guitar with a capo
Not high like weed just better than rap wackos
Your story don't matter out here
Just cut to outro
I'll give y'all the iron man
No Gwyneth Paltrow
Yo bitch coming straight to me I'm the pipe line
All I'm tryna do is be the richest in my bloodline
I lie a little bit so I always keep it 99
Wasn't even lookin at your girl that's my lazy eye
She kinda bad though
Respectable man I'll never call a bitch a hoe
You know im only making real bread you got play dough
Why she even play with me, she know she gon get played tho
Ayy
That chick on my dick smoking nic
Bet she smiling now
Damn i'm famished busting like a cannon Now she wilding out
This girl got a yeast infection
But can't make no bread
How
Get out my house
Bought you food and still can't get no head
Wow
Out of town she like me see you around
Not with that chick from Preston nah that
Chick was just a cow
Tryna take her out, to that town that's labeled pound
She tryna get a feat for dome, these hoes know what I'm bout
Blowin her back out like it's 50-0 at half time
Everywhere I step make shit happen like a land mine
Nothing change don't need a quarter back I still drop a dime
If getting paper was a hard crime I'd do hard time
17 still hittin up your mother don't care bout the law
It's okay I got a good lawyer I just call Saul
Make it to the end zone only time of ever dropped the ball
The girl said we use to FaceTime but I can't recall
I'm feelin' just like John F
Don't talk to me about sad stuff
I ain't no NF
If you shoot at me I'm runnin' back just like I'm Kenneth
Like I'm Walker
That's just proof that I be really in this
I be higher than a guitar with a capo
Not high like weed just better than rap wackos
Your story don't matter out here
Just cut to outro
I'll give y'all the iron man
No Gwyneth Paltrow
Yo bitch coming straight to me I'm the pipe line
All I'm tryna do is be the richest in my bloodline
I lie a little bit so I always keep it 99
Wasn't even lookin at your girl that's my lazy eye
She kinda bad though
Respectable man I'll never call a bitch a hoe
You know im only making real bread you got play dough
Why she even play with me, she know she gon get played tho
Ayy
That chick on my dick smoking nic
Bet she smiling now
Damn i'm famished busting like a cannon Now she wilding out
This girl got a yeast infection
But can't make no bread
How
Get out my house
Bought you food and still can't get no head
Wow
Out of town she like me see you around
Not with that chick from Preston nah that
Chick was just a cow
Tryna take her out, to that town that's labeled pound
She tryna get a feat for dome, these hoes know what I'm bout
Blowin her back out like it's 50-0 at half time
Everywhere I step make shit happen like a land mine
Nothing change don't need a quarter back I still drop a dime
If getting paper was a hard crime I'd do hard time
17 still hittin up your mother don't care bout the law
It's okay I got a good lawyer I just call Saul
Make it to the end zone only time of ever dropped the ball
The girl said we use to FaceTime but I can't recall
Writer: Michael Morral, Valen Falls
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