We back, Bobby
Yeah
Told her come and shake it let me see it move
Twins on me super with it, Prolly let me hit in twos
It ain't bout Ben, Grant, Drew I'm prolly not amused
You think you can run it up, You don't gotta clue
I was quiet but it's time I need to say some
Hella music in the tuck, might have a Wayne run
I might shoot with CCO and make my aim dumb
Suppressor make you look around like where it came from
You only heard a shot, then look for cover cause we ain't done
Find another youngin' at this caliber, it ain't
Filet mignon, plated five-star, this not a flank
I been kickin' shit in rooms, a lot of niggas can't
Sittin' down with brokers, talkin' money with a pape stuff
I'm God's child, boy, I'm blessed and this ain't luck
Can't believe the chat, them niggas cappin', they be fake tough
My words paintin' pictures, writin' with a paintbrush
Could be a million miles away and still call a fake bluff
I let these niggas do they thing, I never say much
Cause I was them once
Tables turn, but let them turn and I might spin some
I'm shootin' from the logo, me and Ski Soho
Poppin' out Ralph Lauren, most my denim polo
Model from Milan, she tall as hell, color Coco
Skinny nigga tote and make her jump like Pogo
I been gettin' paid for so long, no cap
This shit make it self
Niggas crashin' out bad, they better save they self
I got the juice in every class, come and take the belt
I'm catchin' flights half-baked like I'm Dave Chappelle
Y'all losin' it
You take naps on your flights, I hit stewardess
Don't know her name, she hit my phone, I be like, who is this
Don't even got no time to talk, I'm gettin' stupid rich
Been on a cash race
Money counter that go ffrt , like I'm draft day
Money counter that go fffrt, til' my last day
If you tryin' to get some cash, you better ask Lace
Got a ten, thick as hell, plus she half Asian
Smart as hell, that's good to have when you have pape
I'm startin' to think that I'm the hottest on this half the lake
I'm really havin' bein' me, I never had to fake
I f*ck niggas' hoes, I never had to masturbate
The city wicked, reachin' hands to collaborate
I hit the booth and that shit feel like they collab' to hate
Army Nigga, so know that when I up, it's to decapitate
I'm takin' heads off, if you slept on me, you dead wrong
And tell Mulatto I f*ck good and love them redbone
It's over with, I'm goin' crazy like my meds gone
I got Jesus on my neck, so I can't go to hell
They got freezes on they checks, so they feel overwhelmed
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We back, Bobby
Yeah
Told her come and shake it let me see it move
Twins on me super with it, Prolly let me hit in twos
It ain't bout Ben, Grant, Drew I'm prolly not amused
You think you can run it up, You don't gotta clue
I was quiet but it's time I need to say some
Hella music in the tuck, might have a Wayne run
I might shoot with CCO and make my aim dumb
Suppressor make you look around like where it came from
You only heard a shot, then look for cover cause we ain't done
Find another youngin' at this caliber, it ain't
Filet mignon, plated five-star, this not a flank
I been kickin' shit in rooms, a lot of niggas can't
Sittin' down with brokers, talkin' money with a pape stuff
I'm God's child, boy, I'm blessed and this ain't luck
Can't believe the chat, them niggas cappin', they be fake tough
My words paintin' pictures, writin' with a paintbrush
Could be a million miles away and still call a fake bluff
I let these niggas do they thing, I never say much
Cause I was them once
Tables turn, but let them turn and I might spin some
I'm shootin' from the logo, me and Ski Soho
Poppin' out Ralph Lauren, most my denim polo
Model from Milan, she tall as hell, color Coco
Skinny nigga tote and make her jump like Pogo
I been gettin' paid for so long, no cap
This shit make it self
Niggas crashin' out bad, they better save they self
I got the juice in every class, come and take the belt
I'm catchin' flights half-baked like I'm Dave Chappelle
Y'all losin' it
You take naps on your flights, I hit stewardess
Don't know her name, she hit my phone, I be like, who is this
Don't even got no time to talk, I'm gettin' stupid rich
Been on a cash race
Money counter that go ffrt , like I'm draft day
Money counter that go fffrt, til' my last day
If you tryin' to get some cash, you better ask Lace
Got a ten, thick as hell, plus she half Asian
Smart as hell, that's good to have when you have pape
I'm startin' to think that I'm the hottest on this half the lake
I'm really havin' bein' me, I never had to fake
I f*ck niggas' hoes, I never had to masturbate
The city wicked, reachin' hands to collaborate
I hit the booth and that shit feel like they collab' to hate
Army Nigga, so know that when I up, it's to decapitate
I'm takin' heads off, if you slept on me, you dead wrong
And tell Mulatto I f*ck good and love them redbone
It's over with, I'm goin' crazy like my meds gone
I got Jesus on my neck, so I can't go to hell
They got freezes on they checks, so they feel overwhelmed
Yeah
Told her come and shake it let me see it move
Twins on me super with it, Prolly let me hit in twos
It ain't bout Ben, Grant, Drew I'm prolly not amused
You think you can run it up, You don't gotta clue
I was quiet but it's time I need to say some
Hella music in the tuck, might have a Wayne run
I might shoot with CCO and make my aim dumb
Suppressor make you look around like where it came from
You only heard a shot, then look for cover cause we ain't done
Find another youngin' at this caliber, it ain't
Filet mignon, plated five-star, this not a flank
I been kickin' shit in rooms, a lot of niggas can't
Sittin' down with brokers, talkin' money with a pape stuff
I'm God's child, boy, I'm blessed and this ain't luck
Can't believe the chat, them niggas cappin', they be fake tough
My words paintin' pictures, writin' with a paintbrush
Could be a million miles away and still call a fake bluff
I let these niggas do they thing, I never say much
Cause I was them once
Tables turn, but let them turn and I might spin some
I'm shootin' from the logo, me and Ski Soho
Poppin' out Ralph Lauren, most my denim polo
Model from Milan, she tall as hell, color Coco
Skinny nigga tote and make her jump like Pogo
I been gettin' paid for so long, no cap
This shit make it self
Niggas crashin' out bad, they better save they self
I got the juice in every class, come and take the belt
I'm catchin' flights half-baked like I'm Dave Chappelle
Y'all losin' it
You take naps on your flights, I hit stewardess
Don't know her name, she hit my phone, I be like, who is this
Don't even got no time to talk, I'm gettin' stupid rich
Been on a cash race
Money counter that go ffrt , like I'm draft day
Money counter that go fffrt, til' my last day
If you tryin' to get some cash, you better ask Lace
Got a ten, thick as hell, plus she half Asian
Smart as hell, that's good to have when you have pape
I'm startin' to think that I'm the hottest on this half the lake
I'm really havin' bein' me, I never had to fake
I f*ck niggas' hoes, I never had to masturbate
The city wicked, reachin' hands to collaborate
I hit the booth and that shit feel like they collab' to hate
Army Nigga, so know that when I up, it's to decapitate
I'm takin' heads off, if you slept on me, you dead wrong
And tell Mulatto I f*ck good and love them redbone
It's over with, I'm goin' crazy like my meds gone
I got Jesus on my neck, so I can't go to hell
They got freezes on they checks, so they feel overwhelmed
Writer: Nazae Lacewell
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