Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Running Laps, round these boys
Think I'm at a track meet
Critiquing how I'm driving but he really in the back seat
Hanging with the gang, with the boys, we in the back-street
I might rap a diss, like I'm Kendrick
Cause you ain't like that
Talking in the comments, when you see me
You say you ain't type that
I don't got no grace, when I see you
You know that I strike back
Always on that barking, you get scared when I bite back
I ain't off the shroom, but I'm flying needa jetpack
Gotta discipline and focus that's my only setback
It get scary needa step up, but watch my step-back
Man my blunt got soggy
Switch up the words, I got me a wet pack
Bro ain't stand a chance, got beat by 50
It was a blowout
If they give me a chance, you know I'ma pop it
You know I'ma showout
Scatpack, Tesla, Hellcat I ain't even lying
Cause that's what I drove out
Y'all be steady hating, I'm making these hits
And I'm bringing my flows out
Yeah
You can have all that karma, and I'll take the credit
One take my life, I'm never gon edit
If you go down that road, I know where your headed
Yeah, I still see the old you, you silhouetted
Yeah, and you think that I'm tripping bout you
I never sweated
And that's the truth right there
I do all this stuff and you don't even care
Me and my girl, we a duo, a pair
Like a car my heart, God had to repair
I was born to make music, but I'm not Pierre
Making a hit, then I had to go share
Jesus is coming I hope you aware
Jesus is coming, I hope you prepared
You got whatchu need, so don't compare
I pull up I'm balling, I'm boutta declare
I put on my jacket, that monclear
You ain't know where I was, but I'm already here
We in the clutch and you gon disappear
Back in that line, you back in the rear
I don't care bout that hate, can you hear through your ear
Stay in yo lane, and I'll stay in my tier
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Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Running Laps, round these boys
Think I'm at a track meet
Critiquing how I'm driving but he really in the back seat
Hanging with the gang, with the boys, we in the back-street
I might rap a diss, like I'm Kendrick
Cause you ain't like that
Talking in the comments, when you see me
You say you ain't type that
I don't got no grace, when I see you
You know that I strike back
Always on that barking, you get scared when I bite back
I ain't off the shroom, but I'm flying needa jetpack
Gotta discipline and focus that's my only setback
It get scary needa step up, but watch my step-back
Man my blunt got soggy
Switch up the words, I got me a wet pack
Bro ain't stand a chance, got beat by 50
It was a blowout
If they give me a chance, you know I'ma pop it
You know I'ma showout
Scatpack, Tesla, Hellcat I ain't even lying
Cause that's what I drove out
Y'all be steady hating, I'm making these hits
And I'm bringing my flows out
Yeah
You can have all that karma, and I'll take the credit
One take my life, I'm never gon edit
If you go down that road, I know where your headed
Yeah, I still see the old you, you silhouetted
Yeah, and you think that I'm tripping bout you
I never sweated
And that's the truth right there
I do all this stuff and you don't even care
Me and my girl, we a duo, a pair
Like a car my heart, God had to repair
I was born to make music, but I'm not Pierre
Making a hit, then I had to go share
Jesus is coming I hope you aware
Jesus is coming, I hope you prepared
You got whatchu need, so don't compare
I pull up I'm balling, I'm boutta declare
I put on my jacket, that monclear
You ain't know where I was, but I'm already here
We in the clutch and you gon disappear
Back in that line, you back in the rear
I don't care bout that hate, can you hear through your ear
Stay in yo lane, and I'll stay in my tier
Running Laps, round these boys
Think I'm at a track meet
Critiquing how I'm driving but he really in the back seat
Hanging with the gang, with the boys, we in the back-street
I might rap a diss, like I'm Kendrick
Cause you ain't like that
Talking in the comments, when you see me
You say you ain't type that
I don't got no grace, when I see you
You know that I strike back
Always on that barking, you get scared when I bite back
I ain't off the shroom, but I'm flying needa jetpack
Gotta discipline and focus that's my only setback
It get scary needa step up, but watch my step-back
Man my blunt got soggy
Switch up the words, I got me a wet pack
Bro ain't stand a chance, got beat by 50
It was a blowout
If they give me a chance, you know I'ma pop it
You know I'ma showout
Scatpack, Tesla, Hellcat I ain't even lying
Cause that's what I drove out
Y'all be steady hating, I'm making these hits
And I'm bringing my flows out
Yeah
You can have all that karma, and I'll take the credit
One take my life, I'm never gon edit
If you go down that road, I know where your headed
Yeah, I still see the old you, you silhouetted
Yeah, and you think that I'm tripping bout you
I never sweated
And that's the truth right there
I do all this stuff and you don't even care
Me and my girl, we a duo, a pair
Like a car my heart, God had to repair
I was born to make music, but I'm not Pierre
Making a hit, then I had to go share
Jesus is coming I hope you aware
Jesus is coming, I hope you prepared
You got whatchu need, so don't compare
I pull up I'm balling, I'm boutta declare
I put on my jacket, that monclear
You ain't know where I was, but I'm already here
We in the clutch and you gon disappear
Back in that line, you back in the rear
I don't care bout that hate, can you hear through your ear
Stay in yo lane, and I'll stay in my tier
Writer: Brogan Grandstaff
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