I was the nigga i'm chilling in 2's
And they had the cups they pulled up with 4
We get the bag and we get the cash
Little nigga we finna go run up some more
I am not satisfied with no legend status
I really wanna die a G.O.A.T
I know some niggas that set up they own mans
Like nigga why you stoop that low
(Low low low)
We been outside with it
And these niggas ain't willing to die with it
If we get it then we gonna get fly with it
I go so hard I know your girl gonna hop in the whip
And ride to this
I know she want me bad
Cause she see I got so much confidence
You cannot be like me little nigga
I put in too much time for this
We really grew up in the trenches
We was really hopping fences, running from ops
Niggas was scared to get popped
You look to your left and your right and you hope he don't drop
I put my heart in this shit
I know some niggas that died on their way to the crib
I wish you was still here you always said I made hits
Man R.I.P to Milly for you imma run up a milli
I got like 54 different niggas want me in the grave
Them niggas can't hit me
O you really think you gang gang little nigga you can go with me
I know niggas running around with 45.'s
Them niggas they toting them glizzies
Make a nigga dance make em' hit the shiggy
Sorry little baby no feelings involved, I just hit it im gone
These hoes keep calling my phone, shawty just leave me alone
Shawty want me cause she wanna live finer
Shawty want me cause she want some designer
I think the fame really starting to blind her
Get to the bag if you need a reminder
I been in my bag I been in my bag
Since the day I was born
A whole lot a rain a whole lot a snow
But I weathered the storm
I'm not at my prime baby
This not my true form
Just stick with me girl
We'll move out where the weather's warm
I was the nigga i'm chilling in 2's
And they had the cups they pulled up with 4
We get the bag and we get the cash
Little nigga we finna go run up some more
I am not satisfied with no legend status
I really wanna die a G.O.A.T
I know some niggas that set up they own mans
Like nigga why you stoop that low
(Low low low)
We been outside with it
And these niggas ain't willing to die with it
If we get it then we gonna get fly with it
I go so hard I know your girl gonna hop in the whip
And ride to this
I know she want me bad
Cause she see I got so much confidence
You cannot be like me little nigga
I put in too much time for this
(Man R.I.P to Milly for you imma run up a milli)
(Ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh)
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I was the nigga i'm chilling in 2's
And they had the cups they pulled up with 4
We get the bag and we get the cash
Little nigga we finna go run up some more
I am not satisfied with no legend status
I really wanna die a G.O.A.T
I know some niggas that set up they own mans
Like nigga why you stoop that low
(Low low low)
We been outside with it
And these niggas ain't willing to die with it
If we get it then we gonna get fly with it
I go so hard I know your girl gonna hop in the whip
And ride to this
I know she want me bad
Cause she see I got so much confidence
You cannot be like me little nigga
I put in too much time for this
We really grew up in the trenches
We was really hopping fences, running from ops
Niggas was scared to get popped
You look to your left and your right and you hope he don't drop
I put my heart in this shit
I know some niggas that died on their way to the crib
I wish you was still here you always said I made hits
Man R.I.P to Milly for you imma run up a milli
I got like 54 different niggas want me in the grave
Them niggas can't hit me
O you really think you gang gang little nigga you can go with me
I know niggas running around with 45.'s
Them niggas they toting them glizzies
Make a nigga dance make em' hit the shiggy
Sorry little baby no feelings involved, I just hit it im gone
These hoes keep calling my phone, shawty just leave me alone
Shawty want me cause she wanna live finer
Shawty want me cause she want some designer
I think the fame really starting to blind her
Get to the bag if you need a reminder
I been in my bag I been in my bag
Since the day I was born
A whole lot a rain a whole lot a snow
But I weathered the storm
I'm not at my prime baby
This not my true form
Just stick with me girl
We'll move out where the weather's warm
I was the nigga i'm chilling in 2's
And they had the cups they pulled up with 4
We get the bag and we get the cash
Little nigga we finna go run up some more
I am not satisfied with no legend status
I really wanna die a G.O.A.T
I know some niggas that set up they own mans
Like nigga why you stoop that low
(Low low low)
We been outside with it
And these niggas ain't willing to die with it
If we get it then we gonna get fly with it
I go so hard I know your girl gonna hop in the whip
And ride to this
I know she want me bad
Cause she see I got so much confidence
You cannot be like me little nigga
I put in too much time for this
(Man R.I.P to Milly for you imma run up a milli)
(Ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh)
And they had the cups they pulled up with 4
We get the bag and we get the cash
Little nigga we finna go run up some more
I am not satisfied with no legend status
I really wanna die a G.O.A.T
I know some niggas that set up they own mans
Like nigga why you stoop that low
(Low low low)
We been outside with it
And these niggas ain't willing to die with it
If we get it then we gonna get fly with it
I go so hard I know your girl gonna hop in the whip
And ride to this
I know she want me bad
Cause she see I got so much confidence
You cannot be like me little nigga
I put in too much time for this
We really grew up in the trenches
We was really hopping fences, running from ops
Niggas was scared to get popped
You look to your left and your right and you hope he don't drop
I put my heart in this shit
I know some niggas that died on their way to the crib
I wish you was still here you always said I made hits
Man R.I.P to Milly for you imma run up a milli
I got like 54 different niggas want me in the grave
Them niggas can't hit me
O you really think you gang gang little nigga you can go with me
I know niggas running around with 45.'s
Them niggas they toting them glizzies
Make a nigga dance make em' hit the shiggy
Sorry little baby no feelings involved, I just hit it im gone
These hoes keep calling my phone, shawty just leave me alone
Shawty want me cause she wanna live finer
Shawty want me cause she want some designer
I think the fame really starting to blind her
Get to the bag if you need a reminder
I been in my bag I been in my bag
Since the day I was born
A whole lot a rain a whole lot a snow
But I weathered the storm
I'm not at my prime baby
This not my true form
Just stick with me girl
We'll move out where the weather's warm
I was the nigga i'm chilling in 2's
And they had the cups they pulled up with 4
We get the bag and we get the cash
Little nigga we finna go run up some more
I am not satisfied with no legend status
I really wanna die a G.O.A.T
I know some niggas that set up they own mans
Like nigga why you stoop that low
(Low low low)
We been outside with it
And these niggas ain't willing to die with it
If we get it then we gonna get fly with it
I go so hard I know your girl gonna hop in the whip
And ride to this
I know she want me bad
Cause she see I got so much confidence
You cannot be like me little nigga
I put in too much time for this
(Man R.I.P to Milly for you imma run up a milli)
(Ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh)
Writer: Joshua Loftin
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave