Uhh
She wanna, uhh
Chillin' I go with the flow
Working way harder you know
And I'm repping my set
Trying too hard to flex
You niggas thought you was next
And I'm feeling the hate
Smoking is why I've been late
Smell it as soon as I bake it up
Come get a taste
How we been living is thrilling I know
You niggas switching no calling me bro
Imma take off in the Vette or Rolls
Kill 'em with silence or snatching their hoe
Wait
Uhh
Moment of silence
For all my niggas still caught up in violence
Watch where you stepping don't mess up my Pradas
Making a killin' break bread with my father
Gave us his all so imma go harder
Momma use to pick us up in a Honda
Now she driving Beamers wearing designer
Know I got it but I'm not gonna flaunt it
Talking that shit come show me you want it
Damn you always make me wanna kill shit nigga
Ight, let's get it
I been working so hard to get where I'm at
I don't wanna talk if I heard you a rat
I'm serving the base put me up to bat
Bro copped the Mercedes pulled off in a Scat
I'm off, I'm racing
Bringing out hollow tips heard you was hating
I'm smoking on gas meet me at the station
Ain't drop shit but they patiently waiting
I'm back on they necks they know that I'm next
I got the connects I'll give you the steps
You smoking on reggie but mine is select
Bitch niggas keep dissin' just drop the address
She want me on her, I'm in the trap making bands
You got a little Civic we pop out in vans
Could've got rich off of whipping the pan
Now I'm at the top it was part of the plan
In the trap till I make it, they rather fake it
I'm doing good should've known they gonna hate it
I'm in a spaceship move like base hit
I hit her once left my kids on her braces
Bitch I won't stop till I get me a billion
You don't got stripes you killing civilians
I'm doing them bad to they think imma villian
I heard that there's money put me in position
He want a hand out? Boy keep on wishing
Go get a bag and go stand in the kitchen
I'm stacking this money it's taller than midgets
I don't wanna talk if it's not about business
I don't wanna talk if it's not about business
Don't wanna talk if it's not about business, facts
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Uhh
She wanna, uhh
Chillin' I go with the flow
Working way harder you know
And I'm repping my set
Trying too hard to flex
You niggas thought you was next
And I'm feeling the hate
Smoking is why I've been late
Smell it as soon as I bake it up
Come get a taste
How we been living is thrilling I know
You niggas switching no calling me bro
Imma take off in the Vette or Rolls
Kill 'em with silence or snatching their hoe
Wait
Uhh
Moment of silence
For all my niggas still caught up in violence
Watch where you stepping don't mess up my Pradas
Making a killin' break bread with my father
Gave us his all so imma go harder
Momma use to pick us up in a Honda
Now she driving Beamers wearing designer
Know I got it but I'm not gonna flaunt it
Talking that shit come show me you want it
Damn you always make me wanna kill shit nigga
Ight, let's get it
I been working so hard to get where I'm at
I don't wanna talk if I heard you a rat
I'm serving the base put me up to bat
Bro copped the Mercedes pulled off in a Scat
I'm off, I'm racing
Bringing out hollow tips heard you was hating
I'm smoking on gas meet me at the station
Ain't drop shit but they patiently waiting
I'm back on they necks they know that I'm next
I got the connects I'll give you the steps
You smoking on reggie but mine is select
Bitch niggas keep dissin' just drop the address
She want me on her, I'm in the trap making bands
You got a little Civic we pop out in vans
Could've got rich off of whipping the pan
Now I'm at the top it was part of the plan
In the trap till I make it, they rather fake it
I'm doing good should've known they gonna hate it
I'm in a spaceship move like base hit
I hit her once left my kids on her braces
Bitch I won't stop till I get me a billion
You don't got stripes you killing civilians
I'm doing them bad to they think imma villian
I heard that there's money put me in position
He want a hand out? Boy keep on wishing
Go get a bag and go stand in the kitchen
I'm stacking this money it's taller than midgets
I don't wanna talk if it's not about business
I don't wanna talk if it's not about business
Don't wanna talk if it's not about business, facts
She wanna, uhh
Chillin' I go with the flow
Working way harder you know
And I'm repping my set
Trying too hard to flex
You niggas thought you was next
And I'm feeling the hate
Smoking is why I've been late
Smell it as soon as I bake it up
Come get a taste
How we been living is thrilling I know
You niggas switching no calling me bro
Imma take off in the Vette or Rolls
Kill 'em with silence or snatching their hoe
Wait
Uhh
Moment of silence
For all my niggas still caught up in violence
Watch where you stepping don't mess up my Pradas
Making a killin' break bread with my father
Gave us his all so imma go harder
Momma use to pick us up in a Honda
Now she driving Beamers wearing designer
Know I got it but I'm not gonna flaunt it
Talking that shit come show me you want it
Damn you always make me wanna kill shit nigga
Ight, let's get it
I been working so hard to get where I'm at
I don't wanna talk if I heard you a rat
I'm serving the base put me up to bat
Bro copped the Mercedes pulled off in a Scat
I'm off, I'm racing
Bringing out hollow tips heard you was hating
I'm smoking on gas meet me at the station
Ain't drop shit but they patiently waiting
I'm back on they necks they know that I'm next
I got the connects I'll give you the steps
You smoking on reggie but mine is select
Bitch niggas keep dissin' just drop the address
She want me on her, I'm in the trap making bands
You got a little Civic we pop out in vans
Could've got rich off of whipping the pan
Now I'm at the top it was part of the plan
In the trap till I make it, they rather fake it
I'm doing good should've known they gonna hate it
I'm in a spaceship move like base hit
I hit her once left my kids on her braces
Bitch I won't stop till I get me a billion
You don't got stripes you killing civilians
I'm doing them bad to they think imma villian
I heard that there's money put me in position
He want a hand out? Boy keep on wishing
Go get a bag and go stand in the kitchen
I'm stacking this money it's taller than midgets
I don't wanna talk if it's not about business
I don't wanna talk if it's not about business
Don't wanna talk if it's not about business, facts
Writer: Brandon Puckett, Bubba Pickett
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid