Had a talk wit God I asked him when im gon pop
I said I need the Luis v I need the Gucci socks
Momma needs the range, momma needs the diamond rocks
So he told me drop the album so i had to let it drop
He said give it time my son an you gon pop
He said he's working on my road an he can't stop
Taking out the fake cause all they do block
What you post to get an trust me it's a lot
I know the devils watching me he's tryna plot
He sent some niggas and I know that it's they job
To mess wit me and just to mess with what I got
But if you know me then you know me bitch I'm chop
Yeah I'm rocking, yea I'm popping but you not
An you talking all dat shit my nigga stop
I let you hate to elevate right to the top
An if u really wanna fight just know u lost
Hop in the coupe an I'm crazy
Making this shit on the daily
All of my music is wavy
All of my dimonds are navy
I pay no attention to ladies
They move lil funny lil shady
What's been on my mind a lil lately
Is getting a bag fo da family
Getting the bag for the fam
All I've been thinking is bands
U walked to the bag an I ran
U sit and u wait while I stand
U doubting I'm taking my chance
I get all my checks in advance
A f*ck nigga I cannot stand
Im moving with niggas who plan
Needa count some commas yea u know this is my Szn
I needa get the bag an I ain't talking I ain't dreaming
Mama always told me watch out for them NIGGAS Feening
She told me they don't wanna see me win so best believe it
So I keep the 49th for essence on my right
I don't really use it I just keep it by my side
Told them they ain't really ready beta watch out for da night
They be lookin at the top but they ain't neva seen the flight
Watch out for my nigggas
Steady pullin triggers
All of y'all my kids but I am not no Baby sitta
Do this for my brothers yea I do this for the Hittas
If you want the smoke then imma turn ya ass to litter
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Had a talk wit God I asked him when im gon pop
I said I need the Luis v I need the Gucci socks
Momma needs the range, momma needs the diamond rocks
So he told me drop the album so i had to let it drop
He said give it time my son an you gon pop
He said he's working on my road an he can't stop
Taking out the fake cause all they do block
What you post to get an trust me it's a lot
I know the devils watching me he's tryna plot
He sent some niggas and I know that it's they job
To mess wit me and just to mess with what I got
But if you know me then you know me bitch I'm chop
Yeah I'm rocking, yea I'm popping but you not
An you talking all dat shit my nigga stop
I let you hate to elevate right to the top
An if u really wanna fight just know u lost
Hop in the coupe an I'm crazy
Making this shit on the daily
All of my music is wavy
All of my dimonds are navy
I pay no attention to ladies
They move lil funny lil shady
What's been on my mind a lil lately
Is getting a bag fo da family
Getting the bag for the fam
All I've been thinking is bands
U walked to the bag an I ran
U sit and u wait while I stand
U doubting I'm taking my chance
I get all my checks in advance
A f*ck nigga I cannot stand
Im moving with niggas who plan
Needa count some commas yea u know this is my Szn
I needa get the bag an I ain't talking I ain't dreaming
Mama always told me watch out for them NIGGAS Feening
She told me they don't wanna see me win so best believe it
So I keep the 49th for essence on my right
I don't really use it I just keep it by my side
Told them they ain't really ready beta watch out for da night
They be lookin at the top but they ain't neva seen the flight
Watch out for my nigggas
Steady pullin triggers
All of y'all my kids but I am not no Baby sitta
Do this for my brothers yea I do this for the Hittas
If you want the smoke then imma turn ya ass to litter
I said I need the Luis v I need the Gucci socks
Momma needs the range, momma needs the diamond rocks
So he told me drop the album so i had to let it drop
He said give it time my son an you gon pop
He said he's working on my road an he can't stop
Taking out the fake cause all they do block
What you post to get an trust me it's a lot
I know the devils watching me he's tryna plot
He sent some niggas and I know that it's they job
To mess wit me and just to mess with what I got
But if you know me then you know me bitch I'm chop
Yeah I'm rocking, yea I'm popping but you not
An you talking all dat shit my nigga stop
I let you hate to elevate right to the top
An if u really wanna fight just know u lost
Hop in the coupe an I'm crazy
Making this shit on the daily
All of my music is wavy
All of my dimonds are navy
I pay no attention to ladies
They move lil funny lil shady
What's been on my mind a lil lately
Is getting a bag fo da family
Getting the bag for the fam
All I've been thinking is bands
U walked to the bag an I ran
U sit and u wait while I stand
U doubting I'm taking my chance
I get all my checks in advance
A f*ck nigga I cannot stand
Im moving with niggas who plan
Needa count some commas yea u know this is my Szn
I needa get the bag an I ain't talking I ain't dreaming
Mama always told me watch out for them NIGGAS Feening
She told me they don't wanna see me win so best believe it
So I keep the 49th for essence on my right
I don't really use it I just keep it by my side
Told them they ain't really ready beta watch out for da night
They be lookin at the top but they ain't neva seen the flight
Watch out for my nigggas
Steady pullin triggers
All of y'all my kids but I am not no Baby sitta
Do this for my brothers yea I do this for the Hittas
If you want the smoke then imma turn ya ass to litter
Writer: Shawn Odanga
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