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Performed By: Shell Star
Language: English
Length: 2:15
Written by: Shelton Chambers




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I'm finna make a hard hit like too much weed inside a blunt
Everybody throwing shots at me, like what's up
Running up that money, my pockets don't get enough
I like rolling woods, I like all mine stuffed crust
They like being low, shit, I like being up
I be having motion, these niggas slowing up
What's the problem with him? He ain't gettin' to no bucks
Neighbors telling me to keep it down, f*ck it, turn it up
They ask me how I feel, I feel underrated
Some be sayin', shell, ain't like that, that's an understatement
I use my feet to kick these bitches out, no I'm not chasing
Whatever you do, you do that, and I'ma do me baby
I'm frosty like Krispies these niggas trix
Pull up with fifties, times that by six
She gave me some brain, it gave me some sense
Man, these niggas lame, they don't make no sense
She just wanna hang, talkin' bout lets vent
I pull up with Tay, windows 5 percent
Man, these niggas fake, snaker than a bitch
I can sense the hate, but I still act like I don't notice it
Square out with that gang, well jump shit like pogo sticks
I hope I don't spill no juice on my shirt, I'ma change my whole fit
I don't know nobody that's even hard or even close to this
I know niggas that's outside right now gettin' it, and they posted with it
Thick with it, baby, ain't no slim jimmy
F*ck with a real nigga, it's all in me
I want a bad bitch just like Vicky, f*ck around, kick a nigga like Timmy
F*ck how you feel, if you don't feel how I'm feeling
I cause murders on beats I'm killing
Feeling like God, don't like how I'm cause i take niggas girls all day, I'm stealing
I'm finna make a hard hit like too much weed inside a blunt
Everybody throwing shots at me, like what's up
Running up that money, my pockets don't get enough
I like rolling woods, I like all mine stuffed crust
They like being low, shit, I like being up
I be having motion, these niggas slowing up
What's the problem with him? He ain't gettin' to no bucks
Neighbors telling me to keep it down, f*ck it, turn it up
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I'm finna make a hard hit like too much weed inside a blunt
Everybody throwing shots at me, like what's up
Running up that money, my pockets don't get enough
I like rolling woods, I like all mine stuffed crust
They like being low, shit, I like being up
I be having motion, these niggas slowing up
What's the problem with him? He ain't gettin' to no bucks
Neighbors telling me to keep it down, f*ck it, turn it up
They ask me how I feel, I feel underrated
Some be sayin', shell, ain't like that, that's an understatement
I use my feet to kick these bitches out, no I'm not chasing
Whatever you do, you do that, and I'ma do me baby
I'm frosty like Krispies these niggas trix
Pull up with fifties, times that by six
She gave me some brain, it gave me some sense
Man, these niggas lame, they don't make no sense
She just wanna hang, talkin' bout lets vent
I pull up with Tay, windows 5 percent
Man, these niggas fake, snaker than a bitch
I can sense the hate, but I still act like I don't notice it
Square out with that gang, well jump shit like pogo sticks
I hope I don't spill no juice on my shirt, I'ma change my whole fit
I don't know nobody that's even hard or even close to this
I know niggas that's outside right now gettin' it, and they posted with it
Thick with it, baby, ain't no slim jimmy
F*ck with a real nigga, it's all in me
I want a bad bitch just like Vicky, f*ck around, kick a nigga like Timmy
F*ck how you feel, if you don't feel how I'm feeling
I cause murders on beats I'm killing
Feeling like God, don't like how I'm cause i take niggas girls all day, I'm stealing
I'm finna make a hard hit like too much weed inside a blunt
Everybody throwing shots at me, like what's up
Running up that money, my pockets don't get enough
I like rolling woods, I like all mine stuffed crust
They like being low, shit, I like being up
I be having motion, these niggas slowing up
What's the problem with him? He ain't gettin' to no bucks
Neighbors telling me to keep it down, f*ck it, turn it up
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Writer: Shelton Chambers
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