(Enrgy made this one)
Nyah
Thinkin' you a model, lil' ho, you just a bottle girl
Pop a yerky, then I send the ho to Wobble World
What I'm rollin' in my leaf is loud as Baby Kia
We won't even pull up striker, f*ck around and ATV him
In a lose-lose situation, I'll still win
Yeah, I'm out the way, but don't forget that I'll still spin
The feature price been goin' up, you should've paid that ten
All it takes a week of shows for me to drop a Maybach Benz
Hit the zotti 'til I'm out of oxygen and Oxy, uh
U.S gettin' borin', I might fly out to Slovakia
I play both sides of the ball like I'm Jaden McDaniels
They can go ahead and spin the block, we gon' make 'em examples
Vision twenty-twenty, how this life shit been a blur?
My hoe must do acupuncture, she knows how to hit a nerve
I'll let it fly, you think the money had some wings
I might slam her through the bed, I'm off some honey and a P
If I got a problem, call me Ian, I'll figure it out
I heard doggy took the Fetty Perc', he speak gibberish now
Tell the hoe to wipe them fake tears, we ain't kids
Can't believe you had some Zagaza, these straight mids
CPL-ies on us, try us, we gon' catch a self-defense
They can't even sit me, I'm on fire, might just melt the bench
Icy as a bitch, these chains three-tone like Bomb-Pops
Shooter gettin' bored, he catch you out, he might just drop shots
First time I shot a gun, it was at somebody
First time I sipped some mud, it was by myself
Outsider, I don't f*ck with y'all, I rather vibe myself
Started in the game, I couldn't tell you how the sideline felt
Doggy ain't never made no pros, he just a D-leaguer
All that glazin' that he doin', call him Mr. Meat-Eater
My white boy crazy, he'll kill you with a meat cleaver
Deep sleeper, what I poured into my cup, it treats fevers
You would've thought he knew it all until he blew it all
Said he shootin' me, but when we hooped, he wouldn't even shoot the ball
Finna make it rain, I told the strippers it's a flood warning
Let somebody bump me in this bitch, gon' have the club scorchin'
I gotta (pfft), to calm my nerves down
It was through the window, I can hit the mall and splurge now
Plug just brought so many, I almost bought a birdhouse
I'm everywhere like air
Sneakers on my feet, they deadstock, that's any pair I wear
You think you f*ckin' with me? Grab a stool and rope
Hood hot as hell, but we ain't even need no coolin', though
Playin' like he got it out the mud, that's just some student loans
If I pop two more of these, I bet I lose control
Being broke a joke, and shit, you foolin' bro
If you didn't do it for yourself, then who you do it for?
I named the blunts Dave, I'm in here rollin' fatties
Couldn't even be a lane-changer at the bowling alley
My amigos call me Gringo
Brodie hit five spots in a row, that's a bingo
This loose leaf'll knock yo' ass out like Alexander Usyk
If the combo ain't about no profit, it don't matter, do it
The shroomies got me movin' 'round in godspeed
Can't you see I'm one-of-one? I'm like Naz Reid
Should've had his feet planted when he threw the charge at him
Drac'y with the switch, gon' shoot it 'til I catch an arm spasm
Clock's ticking, and we up, GG
I done came a long way, Peewee
Gold's on the way, I'm a plaque boy like Max
Prolly would've came back, I shouldn't taxed boy like that
If I'm masked up, I bet it be a horror movie
I ain't order sushi, asked the waiter, "Where my steak at?
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(Enrgy made this one)
Nyah
Thinkin' you a model, lil' ho, you just a bottle girl
Pop a yerky, then I send the ho to Wobble World
What I'm rollin' in my leaf is loud as Baby Kia
We won't even pull up striker, f*ck around and ATV him
In a lose-lose situation, I'll still win
Yeah, I'm out the way, but don't forget that I'll still spin
The feature price been goin' up, you should've paid that ten
All it takes a week of shows for me to drop a Maybach Benz
Hit the zotti 'til I'm out of oxygen and Oxy, uh
U.S gettin' borin', I might fly out to Slovakia
I play both sides of the ball like I'm Jaden McDaniels
They can go ahead and spin the block, we gon' make 'em examples
Vision twenty-twenty, how this life shit been a blur?
My hoe must do acupuncture, she knows how to hit a nerve
I'll let it fly, you think the money had some wings
I might slam her through the bed, I'm off some honey and a P
If I got a problem, call me Ian, I'll figure it out
I heard doggy took the Fetty Perc', he speak gibberish now
Tell the hoe to wipe them fake tears, we ain't kids
Can't believe you had some Zagaza, these straight mids
CPL-ies on us, try us, we gon' catch a self-defense
They can't even sit me, I'm on fire, might just melt the bench
Icy as a bitch, these chains three-tone like Bomb-Pops
Shooter gettin' bored, he catch you out, he might just drop shots
First time I shot a gun, it was at somebody
First time I sipped some mud, it was by myself
Outsider, I don't f*ck with y'all, I rather vibe myself
Started in the game, I couldn't tell you how the sideline felt
Doggy ain't never made no pros, he just a D-leaguer
All that glazin' that he doin', call him Mr. Meat-Eater
My white boy crazy, he'll kill you with a meat cleaver
Deep sleeper, what I poured into my cup, it treats fevers
You would've thought he knew it all until he blew it all
Said he shootin' me, but when we hooped, he wouldn't even shoot the ball
Finna make it rain, I told the strippers it's a flood warning
Let somebody bump me in this bitch, gon' have the club scorchin'
I gotta (pfft), to calm my nerves down
It was through the window, I can hit the mall and splurge now
Plug just brought so many, I almost bought a birdhouse
I'm everywhere like air
Sneakers on my feet, they deadstock, that's any pair I wear
You think you f*ckin' with me? Grab a stool and rope
Hood hot as hell, but we ain't even need no coolin', though
Playin' like he got it out the mud, that's just some student loans
If I pop two more of these, I bet I lose control
Being broke a joke, and shit, you foolin' bro
If you didn't do it for yourself, then who you do it for?
I named the blunts Dave, I'm in here rollin' fatties
Couldn't even be a lane-changer at the bowling alley
My amigos call me Gringo
Brodie hit five spots in a row, that's a bingo
This loose leaf'll knock yo' ass out like Alexander Usyk
If the combo ain't about no profit, it don't matter, do it
The shroomies got me movin' 'round in godspeed
Can't you see I'm one-of-one? I'm like Naz Reid
Should've had his feet planted when he threw the charge at him
Drac'y with the switch, gon' shoot it 'til I catch an arm spasm
Clock's ticking, and we up, GG
I done came a long way, Peewee
Gold's on the way, I'm a plaque boy like Max
Prolly would've came back, I shouldn't taxed boy like that
If I'm masked up, I bet it be a horror movie
I ain't order sushi, asked the waiter, "Where my steak at?
Nyah
Thinkin' you a model, lil' ho, you just a bottle girl
Pop a yerky, then I send the ho to Wobble World
What I'm rollin' in my leaf is loud as Baby Kia
We won't even pull up striker, f*ck around and ATV him
In a lose-lose situation, I'll still win
Yeah, I'm out the way, but don't forget that I'll still spin
The feature price been goin' up, you should've paid that ten
All it takes a week of shows for me to drop a Maybach Benz
Hit the zotti 'til I'm out of oxygen and Oxy, uh
U.S gettin' borin', I might fly out to Slovakia
I play both sides of the ball like I'm Jaden McDaniels
They can go ahead and spin the block, we gon' make 'em examples
Vision twenty-twenty, how this life shit been a blur?
My hoe must do acupuncture, she knows how to hit a nerve
I'll let it fly, you think the money had some wings
I might slam her through the bed, I'm off some honey and a P
If I got a problem, call me Ian, I'll figure it out
I heard doggy took the Fetty Perc', he speak gibberish now
Tell the hoe to wipe them fake tears, we ain't kids
Can't believe you had some Zagaza, these straight mids
CPL-ies on us, try us, we gon' catch a self-defense
They can't even sit me, I'm on fire, might just melt the bench
Icy as a bitch, these chains three-tone like Bomb-Pops
Shooter gettin' bored, he catch you out, he might just drop shots
First time I shot a gun, it was at somebody
First time I sipped some mud, it was by myself
Outsider, I don't f*ck with y'all, I rather vibe myself
Started in the game, I couldn't tell you how the sideline felt
Doggy ain't never made no pros, he just a D-leaguer
All that glazin' that he doin', call him Mr. Meat-Eater
My white boy crazy, he'll kill you with a meat cleaver
Deep sleeper, what I poured into my cup, it treats fevers
You would've thought he knew it all until he blew it all
Said he shootin' me, but when we hooped, he wouldn't even shoot the ball
Finna make it rain, I told the strippers it's a flood warning
Let somebody bump me in this bitch, gon' have the club scorchin'
I gotta (pfft), to calm my nerves down
It was through the window, I can hit the mall and splurge now
Plug just brought so many, I almost bought a birdhouse
I'm everywhere like air
Sneakers on my feet, they deadstock, that's any pair I wear
You think you f*ckin' with me? Grab a stool and rope
Hood hot as hell, but we ain't even need no coolin', though
Playin' like he got it out the mud, that's just some student loans
If I pop two more of these, I bet I lose control
Being broke a joke, and shit, you foolin' bro
If you didn't do it for yourself, then who you do it for?
I named the blunts Dave, I'm in here rollin' fatties
Couldn't even be a lane-changer at the bowling alley
My amigos call me Gringo
Brodie hit five spots in a row, that's a bingo
This loose leaf'll knock yo' ass out like Alexander Usyk
If the combo ain't about no profit, it don't matter, do it
The shroomies got me movin' 'round in godspeed
Can't you see I'm one-of-one? I'm like Naz Reid
Should've had his feet planted when he threw the charge at him
Drac'y with the switch, gon' shoot it 'til I catch an arm spasm
Clock's ticking, and we up, GG
I done came a long way, Peewee
Gold's on the way, I'm a plaque boy like Max
Prolly would've came back, I shouldn't taxed boy like that
If I'm masked up, I bet it be a horror movie
I ain't order sushi, asked the waiter, "Where my steak at?
Writer: James Johnson IV
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Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING