Yeah
Hop out the cut the f*ck is they saying
They don't even know my name
They ain't on shit I'm saying
They know I had the Glock in the hand
I'm not like cops spraying and praying
I won't miss precision my aim
I still miss my f*cking friends
C'mon I'm not like the rest
Gotta thank God for blessing my mess
Bulletproof vest protect your chest
'Venge on the jeans I ain't wearing no Guess
They didn't believe Ima do it but guess what
They wanna learn from me not no professor
Talk down one more time
Finna put you on a stretcher yessuh
Crazy how I'm not next up
Not finna wait in line my time is right now
If you not my bruddah pipe down
Been looking for signs around
Looks like they love my sound
Avoiding six feet in the ground and they like how
Bitch Ima cash cow
Bro get off my path now
Finna make you deaf smoking this loud
Ima always stand out in the crowd
And I was made for this
Soon Ima get paid for this
Everyone feel like a stranger and shit
Don't mind me I'm just baked as shit
Yeah
Hop out the cut the f*ck is they saying
They don't even know my name
They ain't on shit I'm saying
They know I had the Glock in the hand
I'm not like cops spraying and praying
I won't miss precision my aim
I still miss my f*cking friends
Okay Osiris the feet oak in my lens
Like bro I don't got no plans
It's been a while since you've been in my ends
It's hard to trust people never again
How the f*ck I ain't got no fans
I'm out of luck still tryna get these bands again
God forgive me for my sins
Oh Lord I still got hella plans
But not hellish plans
Embellish my whole lens
I was in the back of the back of the Benz
Running that sack and stacking my bands
Yuh
Okay woah (Tears of Joy)
No new friends no new friends
No new friends no new friends
Yeah
Yeah
Hop out the cut the f*ck is they saying
They don't even know my name
They ain't on shit I'm saying
They know I had the Glock in the hand
I'm not like cops spraying and praying
I won't miss precision my aim
I still miss my f*cking friends
C'mon I'm not like the rest
Gotta thank God for blessing my mess
Bulletproof vest protect your chest
'Venge on the jeans I ain't wearing no Guess
They didn't believe Ima do it but guess what
They wanna learn from me not no professor
Talk down one more time
Finna put you on a stretcher yessuh
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Yeah
Hop out the cut the f*ck is they saying
They don't even know my name
They ain't on shit I'm saying
They know I had the Glock in the hand
I'm not like cops spraying and praying
I won't miss precision my aim
I still miss my f*cking friends
C'mon I'm not like the rest
Gotta thank God for blessing my mess
Bulletproof vest protect your chest
'Venge on the jeans I ain't wearing no Guess
They didn't believe Ima do it but guess what
They wanna learn from me not no professor
Talk down one more time
Finna put you on a stretcher yessuh
Crazy how I'm not next up
Not finna wait in line my time is right now
If you not my bruddah pipe down
Been looking for signs around
Looks like they love my sound
Avoiding six feet in the ground and they like how
Bitch Ima cash cow
Bro get off my path now
Finna make you deaf smoking this loud
Ima always stand out in the crowd
And I was made for this
Soon Ima get paid for this
Everyone feel like a stranger and shit
Don't mind me I'm just baked as shit
Yeah
Hop out the cut the f*ck is they saying
They don't even know my name
They ain't on shit I'm saying
They know I had the Glock in the hand
I'm not like cops spraying and praying
I won't miss precision my aim
I still miss my f*cking friends
Okay Osiris the feet oak in my lens
Like bro I don't got no plans
It's been a while since you've been in my ends
It's hard to trust people never again
How the f*ck I ain't got no fans
I'm out of luck still tryna get these bands again
God forgive me for my sins
Oh Lord I still got hella plans
But not hellish plans
Embellish my whole lens
I was in the back of the back of the Benz
Running that sack and stacking my bands
Yuh
Okay woah (Tears of Joy)
No new friends no new friends
No new friends no new friends
Yeah
Yeah
Hop out the cut the f*ck is they saying
They don't even know my name
They ain't on shit I'm saying
They know I had the Glock in the hand
I'm not like cops spraying and praying
I won't miss precision my aim
I still miss my f*cking friends
C'mon I'm not like the rest
Gotta thank God for blessing my mess
Bulletproof vest protect your chest
'Venge on the jeans I ain't wearing no Guess
They didn't believe Ima do it but guess what
They wanna learn from me not no professor
Talk down one more time
Finna put you on a stretcher yessuh
Hop out the cut the f*ck is they saying
They don't even know my name
They ain't on shit I'm saying
They know I had the Glock in the hand
I'm not like cops spraying and praying
I won't miss precision my aim
I still miss my f*cking friends
C'mon I'm not like the rest
Gotta thank God for blessing my mess
Bulletproof vest protect your chest
'Venge on the jeans I ain't wearing no Guess
They didn't believe Ima do it but guess what
They wanna learn from me not no professor
Talk down one more time
Finna put you on a stretcher yessuh
Crazy how I'm not next up
Not finna wait in line my time is right now
If you not my bruddah pipe down
Been looking for signs around
Looks like they love my sound
Avoiding six feet in the ground and they like how
Bitch Ima cash cow
Bro get off my path now
Finna make you deaf smoking this loud
Ima always stand out in the crowd
And I was made for this
Soon Ima get paid for this
Everyone feel like a stranger and shit
Don't mind me I'm just baked as shit
Yeah
Hop out the cut the f*ck is they saying
They don't even know my name
They ain't on shit I'm saying
They know I had the Glock in the hand
I'm not like cops spraying and praying
I won't miss precision my aim
I still miss my f*cking friends
Okay Osiris the feet oak in my lens
Like bro I don't got no plans
It's been a while since you've been in my ends
It's hard to trust people never again
How the f*ck I ain't got no fans
I'm out of luck still tryna get these bands again
God forgive me for my sins
Oh Lord I still got hella plans
But not hellish plans
Embellish my whole lens
I was in the back of the back of the Benz
Running that sack and stacking my bands
Yuh
Okay woah (Tears of Joy)
No new friends no new friends
No new friends no new friends
Yeah
Yeah
Hop out the cut the f*ck is they saying
They don't even know my name
They ain't on shit I'm saying
They know I had the Glock in the hand
I'm not like cops spraying and praying
I won't miss precision my aim
I still miss my f*cking friends
C'mon I'm not like the rest
Gotta thank God for blessing my mess
Bulletproof vest protect your chest
'Venge on the jeans I ain't wearing no Guess
They didn't believe Ima do it but guess what
They wanna learn from me not no professor
Talk down one more time
Finna put you on a stretcher yessuh
Writer: Diego Molina
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid