Aye, yeah
Had to run up a sack cant go back to the days when a nigga wasn't having no dollars
I had got me a pack and that shit started to pay when a nigga start getting that gwalla
She ain't wanna text me back now she stalking my page for a nigga
Tryna' get her a follow
I won't diss in no rap cus' I'm stuck in my ways if you try it might end up a problem
Extended clips and them chops, Solve it
Put a nigga on freeze, Pause it
I might ice out my teeth, Frosty
I hop fresh in the league, Ballin'
My lil' bae just got mad at a nigga I'm missing her texts and ain't calling her often
If you play I might splatter a nigga put one at the top now we call him a dolphin
Niggas know not to play yeah I'm not with the acting
Really out my top so I'm not with the cappin'
Mama raised me right when she left I was jackin'
Never leave without, keep it tucked in my jacket
Not referring to hoes but I stay with a ratchet
Mailman suspicious its holes in my package
Went through hell to get it so yeah Ima' tax it
Penny pinching nigga I'm not with the fashion
I'm with the shit if a nigga was asking
Hammer knock the mole off his face when I wack him
All my niggas down I say go they attack him
Go against the code and that shit go end drastic
Like a natural bitch I cant f*ck with the plastic
Steady f*cking hoes I learned that from my daddy
Real ass nigga my pubic hair nappy
Never ever hated and ain't never ratted
I sell lean but I pour it too
When I pull up on side what you gon' do
Gotta keep me a line what I'm posed' to do
And I know she was lying that's what hoes do
When I pull up with Glocks and shit
Ima' aim at your top and click
So excited I lock my wrist with the grams and the... you can't top the list (Aye)
SAF with the diamonds on
You can come test the shit ain't no rhinestones
Ima' flex on the bitch if the time comes
You ain't come taking shit cus' you dying holmes
Boy you got you a problem, Ima' test you
And I came with the rod Ima' bless you
Diamond gleam and they hit all directions (Kash)
Auto SAF - Just Verse (feat. Kashyy SAF & Quarterboii Cuhz) Lyrics
Auto SAF - Just Verse (feat. Kashyy SAF & Quarterboii Cuhz) Lyrics
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Aye, yeah
Had to run up a sack cant go back to the days when a nigga wasn't having no dollars
I had got me a pack and that shit started to pay when a nigga start getting that gwalla
She ain't wanna text me back now she stalking my page for a nigga
Tryna' get her a follow
I won't diss in no rap cus' I'm stuck in my ways if you try it might end up a problem
Extended clips and them chops, Solve it
Put a nigga on freeze, Pause it
I might ice out my teeth, Frosty
I hop fresh in the league, Ballin'
My lil' bae just got mad at a nigga I'm missing her texts and ain't calling her often
If you play I might splatter a nigga put one at the top now we call him a dolphin
Niggas know not to play yeah I'm not with the acting
Really out my top so I'm not with the cappin'
Mama raised me right when she left I was jackin'
Never leave without, keep it tucked in my jacket
Not referring to hoes but I stay with a ratchet
Mailman suspicious its holes in my package
Went through hell to get it so yeah Ima' tax it
Penny pinching nigga I'm not with the fashion
I'm with the shit if a nigga was asking
Hammer knock the mole off his face when I wack him
All my niggas down I say go they attack him
Go against the code and that shit go end drastic
Like a natural bitch I cant f*ck with the plastic
Steady f*cking hoes I learned that from my daddy
Real ass nigga my pubic hair nappy
Never ever hated and ain't never ratted
I sell lean but I pour it too
When I pull up on side what you gon' do
Gotta keep me a line what I'm posed' to do
And I know she was lying that's what hoes do
When I pull up with Glocks and shit
Ima' aim at your top and click
So excited I lock my wrist with the grams and the... you can't top the list (Aye)
SAF with the diamonds on
You can come test the shit ain't no rhinestones
Ima' flex on the bitch if the time comes
You ain't come taking shit cus' you dying holmes
Boy you got you a problem, Ima' test you
And I came with the rod Ima' bless you
Diamond gleam and they hit all directions (Kash)
Had to run up a sack cant go back to the days when a nigga wasn't having no dollars
I had got me a pack and that shit started to pay when a nigga start getting that gwalla
She ain't wanna text me back now she stalking my page for a nigga
Tryna' get her a follow
I won't diss in no rap cus' I'm stuck in my ways if you try it might end up a problem
Extended clips and them chops, Solve it
Put a nigga on freeze, Pause it
I might ice out my teeth, Frosty
I hop fresh in the league, Ballin'
My lil' bae just got mad at a nigga I'm missing her texts and ain't calling her often
If you play I might splatter a nigga put one at the top now we call him a dolphin
Niggas know not to play yeah I'm not with the acting
Really out my top so I'm not with the cappin'
Mama raised me right when she left I was jackin'
Never leave without, keep it tucked in my jacket
Not referring to hoes but I stay with a ratchet
Mailman suspicious its holes in my package
Went through hell to get it so yeah Ima' tax it
Penny pinching nigga I'm not with the fashion
I'm with the shit if a nigga was asking
Hammer knock the mole off his face when I wack him
All my niggas down I say go they attack him
Go against the code and that shit go end drastic
Like a natural bitch I cant f*ck with the plastic
Steady f*cking hoes I learned that from my daddy
Real ass nigga my pubic hair nappy
Never ever hated and ain't never ratted
I sell lean but I pour it too
When I pull up on side what you gon' do
Gotta keep me a line what I'm posed' to do
And I know she was lying that's what hoes do
When I pull up with Glocks and shit
Ima' aim at your top and click
So excited I lock my wrist with the grams and the... you can't top the list (Aye)
SAF with the diamonds on
You can come test the shit ain't no rhinestones
Ima' flex on the bitch if the time comes
You ain't come taking shit cus' you dying holmes
Boy you got you a problem, Ima' test you
And I came with the rod Ima' bless you
Diamond gleam and they hit all directions (Kash)
Writer: Deion Waller, Jammarius Willingham, Joel White
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Auto SAF
Language: English
Length: 2:03
Written by: Deion Waller, Jammarius Willingham, Joel White