Young nigga in the booth tripping bitch I'm in my zone
Bad bitch all up on me, said she loving my cologne
I run around all day with my stick like it's cod
Lil bitch a two second twerker, she let like me stop
When it come the money I'm on green so let's go
Tossing onions getting easy now, at this point im a pro
I could vibe with lil shawty, but I can't cuff her though
When you start to chase yo dreams it's some shit you outgrow
But this Za is here forever, like a flute boy Ima blow
Dropping pape on the ground, because this shit is on the floor
Im gone need a high story crib I can't risk a backdoor
Still tryna keep my head or I would've knocked yours off bro
Forever Money what I rock, I'm on that till I d.i.e
Or I can sport the Chosen One gear, cause that's who I be
Said she love the dick I made it squirt, I'm tryna make it cream
It ain't bout the sex with her for real, baby bout her cheese
It's a message on every track just listen when I speak
Young nigga, wise as f*ck at 22, ain't hit my peak
Member I was young as hell, rock skipping at the creek
I'm tryna touch a M, not Memphis shoutout bleek
Just keep yo head up, when the storm is near you finna shine
I miss my dawgs, the days I lost y'all steady rewind
I'm tryna pave a way while tryna keep a peace of mind
I guess they Yin and Yang, cause it help me pass the time
You been tripping round this bitch I ain't f*cking with it
Chucking caps at these liars, you deserve 100 fitteds
Tryna get dumb wealthy, then explore 100 cities
If the fame come with it then, I might sign 100 titties!
Eastside for life, I stamped it so you know just where I'm from
Started chasing bags when the bread we had was just crumbs
Hustler ambition from my pops, instilled in his son
Sack getter, not a street nigga, show me to the mun
No hat, aye look
Sack getter not a street nigga show me to the mun
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NoHesi Ke - Outgrow (Outro) Lyrics
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Young nigga in the booth tripping bitch I'm in my zone
Bad bitch all up on me, said she loving my cologne
I run around all day with my stick like it's cod
Lil bitch a two second twerker, she let like me stop
When it come the money I'm on green so let's go
Tossing onions getting easy now, at this point im a pro
I could vibe with lil shawty, but I can't cuff her though
When you start to chase yo dreams it's some shit you outgrow
But this Za is here forever, like a flute boy Ima blow
Dropping pape on the ground, because this shit is on the floor
Im gone need a high story crib I can't risk a backdoor
Still tryna keep my head or I would've knocked yours off bro
Forever Money what I rock, I'm on that till I d.i.e
Or I can sport the Chosen One gear, cause that's who I be
Said she love the dick I made it squirt, I'm tryna make it cream
It ain't bout the sex with her for real, baby bout her cheese
It's a message on every track just listen when I speak
Young nigga, wise as f*ck at 22, ain't hit my peak
Member I was young as hell, rock skipping at the creek
I'm tryna touch a M, not Memphis shoutout bleek
Just keep yo head up, when the storm is near you finna shine
I miss my dawgs, the days I lost y'all steady rewind
I'm tryna pave a way while tryna keep a peace of mind
I guess they Yin and Yang, cause it help me pass the time
You been tripping round this bitch I ain't f*cking with it
Chucking caps at these liars, you deserve 100 fitteds
Tryna get dumb wealthy, then explore 100 cities
If the fame come with it then, I might sign 100 titties!
Eastside for life, I stamped it so you know just where I'm from
Started chasing bags when the bread we had was just crumbs
Hustler ambition from my pops, instilled in his son
Sack getter, not a street nigga, show me to the mun
No hat, aye look
Sack getter not a street nigga show me to the mun
MDB4L 4L 4L 4L 4L
Bad bitch all up on me, said she loving my cologne
I run around all day with my stick like it's cod
Lil bitch a two second twerker, she let like me stop
When it come the money I'm on green so let's go
Tossing onions getting easy now, at this point im a pro
I could vibe with lil shawty, but I can't cuff her though
When you start to chase yo dreams it's some shit you outgrow
But this Za is here forever, like a flute boy Ima blow
Dropping pape on the ground, because this shit is on the floor
Im gone need a high story crib I can't risk a backdoor
Still tryna keep my head or I would've knocked yours off bro
Forever Money what I rock, I'm on that till I d.i.e
Or I can sport the Chosen One gear, cause that's who I be
Said she love the dick I made it squirt, I'm tryna make it cream
It ain't bout the sex with her for real, baby bout her cheese
It's a message on every track just listen when I speak
Young nigga, wise as f*ck at 22, ain't hit my peak
Member I was young as hell, rock skipping at the creek
I'm tryna touch a M, not Memphis shoutout bleek
Just keep yo head up, when the storm is near you finna shine
I miss my dawgs, the days I lost y'all steady rewind
I'm tryna pave a way while tryna keep a peace of mind
I guess they Yin and Yang, cause it help me pass the time
You been tripping round this bitch I ain't f*cking with it
Chucking caps at these liars, you deserve 100 fitteds
Tryna get dumb wealthy, then explore 100 cities
If the fame come with it then, I might sign 100 titties!
Eastside for life, I stamped it so you know just where I'm from
Started chasing bags when the bread we had was just crumbs
Hustler ambition from my pops, instilled in his son
Sack getter, not a street nigga, show me to the mun
No hat, aye look
Sack getter not a street nigga show me to the mun
MDB4L 4L 4L 4L 4L
Writer: KeSean Roberts
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid