Damn, nigga that shit ain't funny
Nigga better have my money
Nigga better have my-, (flrrr) yeah
Nigga better have my shit
Yeah, niggas ain't talm bout shit, yeah
I don't know what you wanted from me
I don't know what you expected from me
I'm the one, not the two, not the three
Like they Ethika, just keep it brief
(Spinning, spinning, I'm in this bitch with Luh Dreezy)
Some this shit dirty, some this shit clean
Some these bitches wives, most of them flings (Let's go)
If you see me, probably gon' see my team
If you see me, better hope I don't lash out
If you see me, better hope it's a dream
Been paid with me, you know he'll crash out
Know he'll do something stupid
Give me a reason, I'll make your life, lose it
Pop up real quick like illusion
Then disappear, I'm the wizard boy that's a delusion
Hundred ways I can just do this
Nobody taught me this shit, I just hop in the ring, started sticking and moving
You don't even know what you're doing
Walk with these tats on my arms, but I ain't Samoan
And I want more, and I want more
Come to the show, leave with some dro
We on the move, hit up the O
Hit up the O, hit up the O
Hit up the O, hit up the O, hit up the O
Hit up the O, hit up the O
Hit up the O, slide to the west
Boy, this a new scene
Whoa, I'm talking about the big leagues
(I'm talm bout, I'm talm bout pull up in coupe, it don't got a ceiling)
Quadruple door, uh
Yes, I can shoot I don't dribble though, yes
AR-15, nigga favor those
That bitch gon' go past your ear like the wind blowing
Walking down, walking down, f*ck is a window nigga
556, we send those
7.62s, we send those
Pull up in something bought, this ain't a rental
Smoking on indo', that's for the mental
If you see me, probably gon' see my team
If you see me, better hope I don't lash out
If you see me, better hope it's a dream
Been paid with me, you know he'll crash out
Know he'll do something stupid
Give me a reason, I'll make your life, lose it
Pop up real quick like illusion
Then disappear, I'm the wizard boy that's a delusion
Hundred ways I can just do this
Nobody taught me this shit, I just hop in the ring, started sticking and moving
You don't even know what you're doing
Walk with these tats on my arms, but I ain't Samoan
And I want more, and I want more
Come to the show, leave with some dro
We on the move, hit up the O
Hit up the O, hit up the O
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Damn, nigga that shit ain't funny
Nigga better have my money
Nigga better have my-, (flrrr) yeah
Nigga better have my shit
Yeah, niggas ain't talm bout shit, yeah
I don't know what you wanted from me
I don't know what you expected from me
I'm the one, not the two, not the three
Like they Ethika, just keep it brief
(Spinning, spinning, I'm in this bitch with Luh Dreezy)
Some this shit dirty, some this shit clean
Some these bitches wives, most of them flings (Let's go)
If you see me, probably gon' see my team
If you see me, better hope I don't lash out
If you see me, better hope it's a dream
Been paid with me, you know he'll crash out
Know he'll do something stupid
Give me a reason, I'll make your life, lose it
Pop up real quick like illusion
Then disappear, I'm the wizard boy that's a delusion
Hundred ways I can just do this
Nobody taught me this shit, I just hop in the ring, started sticking and moving
You don't even know what you're doing
Walk with these tats on my arms, but I ain't Samoan
And I want more, and I want more
Come to the show, leave with some dro
We on the move, hit up the O
Hit up the O, hit up the O
Hit up the O, hit up the O, hit up the O
Hit up the O, hit up the O
Hit up the O, slide to the west
Boy, this a new scene
Whoa, I'm talking about the big leagues
(I'm talm bout, I'm talm bout pull up in coupe, it don't got a ceiling)
Quadruple door, uh
Yes, I can shoot I don't dribble though, yes
AR-15, nigga favor those
That bitch gon' go past your ear like the wind blowing
Walking down, walking down, f*ck is a window nigga
556, we send those
7.62s, we send those
Pull up in something bought, this ain't a rental
Smoking on indo', that's for the mental
If you see me, probably gon' see my team
If you see me, better hope I don't lash out
If you see me, better hope it's a dream
Been paid with me, you know he'll crash out
Know he'll do something stupid
Give me a reason, I'll make your life, lose it
Pop up real quick like illusion
Then disappear, I'm the wizard boy that's a delusion
Hundred ways I can just do this
Nobody taught me this shit, I just hop in the ring, started sticking and moving
You don't even know what you're doing
Walk with these tats on my arms, but I ain't Samoan
And I want more, and I want more
Come to the show, leave with some dro
We on the move, hit up the O
Hit up the O, hit up the O
Nigga better have my money
Nigga better have my-, (flrrr) yeah
Nigga better have my shit
Yeah, niggas ain't talm bout shit, yeah
I don't know what you wanted from me
I don't know what you expected from me
I'm the one, not the two, not the three
Like they Ethika, just keep it brief
(Spinning, spinning, I'm in this bitch with Luh Dreezy)
Some this shit dirty, some this shit clean
Some these bitches wives, most of them flings (Let's go)
If you see me, probably gon' see my team
If you see me, better hope I don't lash out
If you see me, better hope it's a dream
Been paid with me, you know he'll crash out
Know he'll do something stupid
Give me a reason, I'll make your life, lose it
Pop up real quick like illusion
Then disappear, I'm the wizard boy that's a delusion
Hundred ways I can just do this
Nobody taught me this shit, I just hop in the ring, started sticking and moving
You don't even know what you're doing
Walk with these tats on my arms, but I ain't Samoan
And I want more, and I want more
Come to the show, leave with some dro
We on the move, hit up the O
Hit up the O, hit up the O
Hit up the O, hit up the O, hit up the O
Hit up the O, hit up the O
Hit up the O, slide to the west
Boy, this a new scene
Whoa, I'm talking about the big leagues
(I'm talm bout, I'm talm bout pull up in coupe, it don't got a ceiling)
Quadruple door, uh
Yes, I can shoot I don't dribble though, yes
AR-15, nigga favor those
That bitch gon' go past your ear like the wind blowing
Walking down, walking down, f*ck is a window nigga
556, we send those
7.62s, we send those
Pull up in something bought, this ain't a rental
Smoking on indo', that's for the mental
If you see me, probably gon' see my team
If you see me, better hope I don't lash out
If you see me, better hope it's a dream
Been paid with me, you know he'll crash out
Know he'll do something stupid
Give me a reason, I'll make your life, lose it
Pop up real quick like illusion
Then disappear, I'm the wizard boy that's a delusion
Hundred ways I can just do this
Nobody taught me this shit, I just hop in the ring, started sticking and moving
You don't even know what you're doing
Walk with these tats on my arms, but I ain't Samoan
And I want more, and I want more
Come to the show, leave with some dro
We on the move, hit up the O
Hit up the O, hit up the O
Writer: CHARLES SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Actual Music, S.L.
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Actual Music, S.L.