They don't really want smoke wit the team, when it's hot see them boys get shook
I can't even do a show wit the team cause the fee for the gang, can't book
They just worried bout the name of the thing they don't even really care how it look,
Or that's how it looks, tell 'em to chill cause everything good
I made the whip from 2005 my ride & put it through surgery,
Not to be rude but you know its a lie forreal, if you say you ain't heard of me
I mean it's just obvious, but I know common sense ain't as common as courtesy
So do me a favor & hold yo lil' tongue if you so much as think of referring me
I mean I do it so perfectly,
Mixing up color & shades like it's autumn all year,
You just be fallin' behind its appallin' how you went & flopped, was a lock for the deal
Ain't have to deal wit no obstacles, somehow you caught at a stop you ain't drop in a year,
Hand me the keys i'm on top in a year,
Let me chill on that boy 'fore he get in his feels,
Car autopilot, no hands on the wheel,
Diamonds they glisten in teal,
Shawty like "Boy, are they real?!"
Girl had me sheddin' a tear
I be like "shawty be practical, why would I pay for the fake when I make twice the actual,
& I don't care bout opinions so why would I spend my own bread to pretend to be fashionable?"
They don't really want smoke wit the team, when it's hot see them boys get shook
I can't even do a show wit the team cause the fee for the gang, can't book
They just worried bout the name of the thing they don't even really care how it look,
Or that's how it looks, tell 'em to chill cause everything good
Okay I'm sick as a b*, where my medicine at?
Got a Glock-26 in my messenger bag
& a full house of hoes, like where Becky 'dem at
I'm with yo bae, like where Steph & them at
I'm treating these n* like Humpty, I'm dumpin', I pull on your block & your egg getting cracked
I keep it on me, I never could lack
Bout my cheese, put a shell in his back
I got more dollars than followers, n* my bankroll tall, it could never collapse
I keep it too solid, I never could cap
Yo hoe watch my live like Letterman back
I am the king of the court, young n* be ballin', lil' boy where my letterman at?
I been through so much pain, I'm tryna be numb my boy, where the sedative at?
I cannot trust these... (aye!)
I cannot trust these n* or hoes!
F* all the politics, stick to the code
I did not force this, b* I was chose
How you not down to shoot, but your s* is exposed ?
N* pump fake like Melo, the ARP turn a n* to jello
I roll that boy like a rillo,
I'm smokin' backwoods of grabba & paper
Please do not pass me no Garcia y Vega
She wanna kick it wit me like FIFA, I'm bout to play wit that hoe like SEGA
Ride wit a... it come wit a laser
Yeah I could box, but no I won't fade ya
Ridin' with a bad ass hoe named Daija
Make that hoe sing like Fantasia
Nate Donk! - EVERYTHING GOOD! (feat. Marco Plus) Lyrics
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They don't really want smoke wit the team, when it's hot see them boys get shook
I can't even do a show wit the team cause the fee for the gang, can't book
They just worried bout the name of the thing they don't even really care how it look,
Or that's how it looks, tell 'em to chill cause everything good
I made the whip from 2005 my ride & put it through surgery,
Not to be rude but you know its a lie forreal, if you say you ain't heard of me
I mean it's just obvious, but I know common sense ain't as common as courtesy
So do me a favor & hold yo lil' tongue if you so much as think of referring me
I mean I do it so perfectly,
Mixing up color & shades like it's autumn all year,
You just be fallin' behind its appallin' how you went & flopped, was a lock for the deal
Ain't have to deal wit no obstacles, somehow you caught at a stop you ain't drop in a year,
Hand me the keys i'm on top in a year,
Let me chill on that boy 'fore he get in his feels,
Car autopilot, no hands on the wheel,
Diamonds they glisten in teal,
Shawty like "Boy, are they real?!"
Girl had me sheddin' a tear
I be like "shawty be practical, why would I pay for the fake when I make twice the actual,
& I don't care bout opinions so why would I spend my own bread to pretend to be fashionable?"
They don't really want smoke wit the team, when it's hot see them boys get shook
I can't even do a show wit the team cause the fee for the gang, can't book
They just worried bout the name of the thing they don't even really care how it look,
Or that's how it looks, tell 'em to chill cause everything good
Okay I'm sick as a b*, where my medicine at?
Got a Glock-26 in my messenger bag
& a full house of hoes, like where Becky 'dem at
I'm with yo bae, like where Steph & them at
I'm treating these n* like Humpty, I'm dumpin', I pull on your block & your egg getting cracked
I keep it on me, I never could lack
Bout my cheese, put a shell in his back
I got more dollars than followers, n* my bankroll tall, it could never collapse
I keep it too solid, I never could cap
Yo hoe watch my live like Letterman back
I am the king of the court, young n* be ballin', lil' boy where my letterman at?
I been through so much pain, I'm tryna be numb my boy, where the sedative at?
I cannot trust these... (aye!)
I cannot trust these n* or hoes!
F* all the politics, stick to the code
I did not force this, b* I was chose
How you not down to shoot, but your s* is exposed ?
N* pump fake like Melo, the ARP turn a n* to jello
I roll that boy like a rillo,
I'm smokin' backwoods of grabba & paper
Please do not pass me no Garcia y Vega
She wanna kick it wit me like FIFA, I'm bout to play wit that hoe like SEGA
Ride wit a... it come wit a laser
Yeah I could box, but no I won't fade ya
Ridin' with a bad ass hoe named Daija
Make that hoe sing like Fantasia
I can't even do a show wit the team cause the fee for the gang, can't book
They just worried bout the name of the thing they don't even really care how it look,
Or that's how it looks, tell 'em to chill cause everything good
I made the whip from 2005 my ride & put it through surgery,
Not to be rude but you know its a lie forreal, if you say you ain't heard of me
I mean it's just obvious, but I know common sense ain't as common as courtesy
So do me a favor & hold yo lil' tongue if you so much as think of referring me
I mean I do it so perfectly,
Mixing up color & shades like it's autumn all year,
You just be fallin' behind its appallin' how you went & flopped, was a lock for the deal
Ain't have to deal wit no obstacles, somehow you caught at a stop you ain't drop in a year,
Hand me the keys i'm on top in a year,
Let me chill on that boy 'fore he get in his feels,
Car autopilot, no hands on the wheel,
Diamonds they glisten in teal,
Shawty like "Boy, are they real?!"
Girl had me sheddin' a tear
I be like "shawty be practical, why would I pay for the fake when I make twice the actual,
& I don't care bout opinions so why would I spend my own bread to pretend to be fashionable?"
They don't really want smoke wit the team, when it's hot see them boys get shook
I can't even do a show wit the team cause the fee for the gang, can't book
They just worried bout the name of the thing they don't even really care how it look,
Or that's how it looks, tell 'em to chill cause everything good
Okay I'm sick as a b*, where my medicine at?
Got a Glock-26 in my messenger bag
& a full house of hoes, like where Becky 'dem at
I'm with yo bae, like where Steph & them at
I'm treating these n* like Humpty, I'm dumpin', I pull on your block & your egg getting cracked
I keep it on me, I never could lack
Bout my cheese, put a shell in his back
I got more dollars than followers, n* my bankroll tall, it could never collapse
I keep it too solid, I never could cap
Yo hoe watch my live like Letterman back
I am the king of the court, young n* be ballin', lil' boy where my letterman at?
I been through so much pain, I'm tryna be numb my boy, where the sedative at?
I cannot trust these... (aye!)
I cannot trust these n* or hoes!
F* all the politics, stick to the code
I did not force this, b* I was chose
How you not down to shoot, but your s* is exposed ?
N* pump fake like Melo, the ARP turn a n* to jello
I roll that boy like a rillo,
I'm smokin' backwoods of grabba & paper
Please do not pass me no Garcia y Vega
She wanna kick it wit me like FIFA, I'm bout to play wit that hoe like SEGA
Ride wit a... it come wit a laser
Yeah I could box, but no I won't fade ya
Ridin' with a bad ass hoe named Daija
Make that hoe sing like Fantasia
Writer: Marco Plus, Nate Kyei-Donkor
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid