Anyone want it?
I keep it hidin
Anyone talkin?
End of your livin
I can't be f*ckin with non of you children
Up in my business like your Mr Milton
Steady talkin like I'm not on the rise
I can see you lyin like all the time
What the f*cks the matter with all you guys
I killed every beat and I ain't even try
Woah I'm comin back now
Hit em with the gat now
F*ck it pop his back out
Now you gotta sit down
Look I gotta big crown
Momma I'm the shit now
Imma get a Grammy then I'll walk it down to you wow
Look I'm on the rise cause I'm puttin in work
Killin this beat from the homie Zycon
Bouta be an icon
Get slapped right palm
Get caught lights on
One take I'm gone
F*ck it up and beat it up and then I bounce
How much you smoked
I said one ounce
Can she confess
She said new amounts
That is some bread
I need new accounts
Look I'm gone off that gas
And I'm movin real fast
Think I feel the ocean from the strain that I'm smokin mad
Hope you got the raw wraps
We gon fill it up with gas
Smoke it then you gotta pass
Can't remember my past
Change my flow
Arranged it bro
I can't be fooled
To take the road
Of fame and gold
They Flip and fold
Then take your soul
I need a break
From fake and snakes
And leave this place
Look
I don't need a damn hook, bitch
You paid the bitch to f*ck you once, woah
I know I'd beat you one on one, pussy
Killin Callen can't be done, no
Yuh
I'm the best around here
I drop a track and they all gonna cheer
You drop a track and they ain't doin shit
I drop a track and they all gon get lit
You gotta be deaf you ain't feelin my shit
What's that on my list 50k and your bitch
I Put this on my family I gotta get rich
Good times with my bro watchin lelo and stitch
Woah
So I'm switchin it up like a lateral do
When I snap in the booth
I am rappin at you
Cause I'm over this shit
Cool it's time to get rich
Give no f*cks bout a bitch
Time to switch up my mood
Time to f*ckin be rude
Switch the way that I view
Imma bump in the coop
You gon play all my tracks
I Got bros at my back
Ain't no fake around me
Thats the meaning of wack
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Anyone want it?
I keep it hidin
Anyone talkin?
End of your livin
I can't be f*ckin with non of you children
Up in my business like your Mr Milton
Steady talkin like I'm not on the rise
I can see you lyin like all the time
What the f*cks the matter with all you guys
I killed every beat and I ain't even try
Woah I'm comin back now
Hit em with the gat now
F*ck it pop his back out
Now you gotta sit down
Look I gotta big crown
Momma I'm the shit now
Imma get a Grammy then I'll walk it down to you wow
Look I'm on the rise cause I'm puttin in work
Killin this beat from the homie Zycon
Bouta be an icon
Get slapped right palm
Get caught lights on
One take I'm gone
F*ck it up and beat it up and then I bounce
How much you smoked
I said one ounce
Can she confess
She said new amounts
That is some bread
I need new accounts
Look I'm gone off that gas
And I'm movin real fast
Think I feel the ocean from the strain that I'm smokin mad
Hope you got the raw wraps
We gon fill it up with gas
Smoke it then you gotta pass
Can't remember my past
Change my flow
Arranged it bro
I can't be fooled
To take the road
Of fame and gold
They Flip and fold
Then take your soul
I need a break
From fake and snakes
And leave this place
Look
I don't need a damn hook, bitch
You paid the bitch to f*ck you once, woah
I know I'd beat you one on one, pussy
Killin Callen can't be done, no
Yuh
I'm the best around here
I drop a track and they all gonna cheer
You drop a track and they ain't doin shit
I drop a track and they all gon get lit
You gotta be deaf you ain't feelin my shit
What's that on my list 50k and your bitch
I Put this on my family I gotta get rich
Good times with my bro watchin lelo and stitch
Woah
So I'm switchin it up like a lateral do
When I snap in the booth
I am rappin at you
Cause I'm over this shit
Cool it's time to get rich
Give no f*cks bout a bitch
Time to switch up my mood
Time to f*ckin be rude
Switch the way that I view
Imma bump in the coop
You gon play all my tracks
I Got bros at my back
Ain't no fake around me
Thats the meaning of wack
I keep it hidin
Anyone talkin?
End of your livin
I can't be f*ckin with non of you children
Up in my business like your Mr Milton
Steady talkin like I'm not on the rise
I can see you lyin like all the time
What the f*cks the matter with all you guys
I killed every beat and I ain't even try
Woah I'm comin back now
Hit em with the gat now
F*ck it pop his back out
Now you gotta sit down
Look I gotta big crown
Momma I'm the shit now
Imma get a Grammy then I'll walk it down to you wow
Look I'm on the rise cause I'm puttin in work
Killin this beat from the homie Zycon
Bouta be an icon
Get slapped right palm
Get caught lights on
One take I'm gone
F*ck it up and beat it up and then I bounce
How much you smoked
I said one ounce
Can she confess
She said new amounts
That is some bread
I need new accounts
Look I'm gone off that gas
And I'm movin real fast
Think I feel the ocean from the strain that I'm smokin mad
Hope you got the raw wraps
We gon fill it up with gas
Smoke it then you gotta pass
Can't remember my past
Change my flow
Arranged it bro
I can't be fooled
To take the road
Of fame and gold
They Flip and fold
Then take your soul
I need a break
From fake and snakes
And leave this place
Look
I don't need a damn hook, bitch
You paid the bitch to f*ck you once, woah
I know I'd beat you one on one, pussy
Killin Callen can't be done, no
Yuh
I'm the best around here
I drop a track and they all gonna cheer
You drop a track and they ain't doin shit
I drop a track and they all gon get lit
You gotta be deaf you ain't feelin my shit
What's that on my list 50k and your bitch
I Put this on my family I gotta get rich
Good times with my bro watchin lelo and stitch
Woah
So I'm switchin it up like a lateral do
When I snap in the booth
I am rappin at you
Cause I'm over this shit
Cool it's time to get rich
Give no f*cks bout a bitch
Time to switch up my mood
Time to f*ckin be rude
Switch the way that I view
Imma bump in the coop
You gon play all my tracks
I Got bros at my back
Ain't no fake around me
Thats the meaning of wack
Writer: Zycon
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