What?
Shooter walk into his crib, uh yeah
I think you know what he did, yeah
You cannot run from the bid, yeah
PrizePicks, you cannot run from the shit
Like Tony Montana, I just need a grip
He try to run, he get flipped
Just like Nike, I'm doing this shit
He ain't doing shit if I'm doing shit
Yuh, yuh aye
Walk inside, now I'm doing the cha-cha
How much bread you got? No, I got a lot-ta
And I walk inside the office, look like ya poppa
She said I'm the shit, I'm kinda like caca
I'ma get rich like kyle not tata
In the kitchen cooking, work like a chef
I'm making hits, so I can't call my ex
Scoop a nigga in a pot, like it's grits
Told that nigga that he done in his grits
Get my nigga crack shit up like Ritz
One, two, three, hit his phone, we gon' blitz, aye
I think I need me some triss
I think I need me some wock
BMG know who we are
Spec going up, and I put that on god
Shooter walk into his crib, uh yeah
I think you know what he did, yeah
You cannot run from the bid, yeah
PrizePicks, you cannot run from the shit
Like Tony Montana, I just need a grip
He try to run, he get flipped
Just like Nike, I'm doing this shit
He ain't doing shit if I'm doing shit
Yuh, yuh okay
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What?
Shooter walk into his crib, uh yeah
I think you know what he did, yeah
You cannot run from the bid, yeah
PrizePicks, you cannot run from the shit
Like Tony Montana, I just need a grip
He try to run, he get flipped
Just like Nike, I'm doing this shit
He ain't doing shit if I'm doing shit
Yuh, yuh aye
Walk inside, now I'm doing the cha-cha
How much bread you got? No, I got a lot-ta
And I walk inside the office, look like ya poppa
She said I'm the shit, I'm kinda like caca
I'ma get rich like kyle not tata
In the kitchen cooking, work like a chef
I'm making hits, so I can't call my ex
Scoop a nigga in a pot, like it's grits
Told that nigga that he done in his grits
Get my nigga crack shit up like Ritz
One, two, three, hit his phone, we gon' blitz, aye
I think I need me some triss
I think I need me some wock
BMG know who we are
Spec going up, and I put that on god
Shooter walk into his crib, uh yeah
I think you know what he did, yeah
You cannot run from the bid, yeah
PrizePicks, you cannot run from the shit
Like Tony Montana, I just need a grip
He try to run, he get flipped
Just like Nike, I'm doing this shit
He ain't doing shit if I'm doing shit
Yuh, yuh okay
Shooter walk into his crib, uh yeah
I think you know what he did, yeah
You cannot run from the bid, yeah
PrizePicks, you cannot run from the shit
Like Tony Montana, I just need a grip
He try to run, he get flipped
Just like Nike, I'm doing this shit
He ain't doing shit if I'm doing shit
Yuh, yuh aye
Walk inside, now I'm doing the cha-cha
How much bread you got? No, I got a lot-ta
And I walk inside the office, look like ya poppa
She said I'm the shit, I'm kinda like caca
I'ma get rich like kyle not tata
In the kitchen cooking, work like a chef
I'm making hits, so I can't call my ex
Scoop a nigga in a pot, like it's grits
Told that nigga that he done in his grits
Get my nigga crack shit up like Ritz
One, two, three, hit his phone, we gon' blitz, aye
I think I need me some triss
I think I need me some wock
BMG know who we are
Spec going up, and I put that on god
Shooter walk into his crib, uh yeah
I think you know what he did, yeah
You cannot run from the bid, yeah
PrizePicks, you cannot run from the shit
Like Tony Montana, I just need a grip
He try to run, he get flipped
Just like Nike, I'm doing this shit
He ain't doing shit if I'm doing shit
Yuh, yuh okay
Writer: Jomany Pierre
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