Oh, oh, so, shit, let me, let me get this straight, you want me to do it the way that you do
It, I'm not gonna do it the way that you do it, I'm gonna do it my way, cause, it's me
Nigga, the f*ck, I look like doing it like another nigga that stupid come on now
Damn,
Being real probably something you ain't used to.
All my niggas be for real, we be truthful, top ten, top hot hundred nigga,
Top ten, hot hundred nigga, who is you,
You're somebody that they never
Wanna be like, swear to god, niggas pussed out, straight feline,
Say you great, and I swear you need to resign, Niggas fake, and they switching up the designs,
I'm waiting tor the decline, I'm hot, hot, hot, hotter than a motherf*cker, say you top, but
Y'all niggas roadrunners, running around with a gun, gun, tryna hole something
Playing with my top like I'm a hoe or sum,
Climbing to the top, take a guess what I see.
Nigga claiming he on top, why that boy in my seat, girly want me for the bag, she in love with lancey
Only want me for the funds, see me again, see me again, counting dividends, want me a flow of money stretching longer than neverlands, Niggas swear they
Groovin' just like me, but they can never dance disapproving all of the movement
You need to switch the stance, groovin groovin, I'm going stupid, I'm caught up in a trance
Heat be chilling all in my pockets, it's fire in the pants, fire in the, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't a day, on this earth, that you niggas could be f*cking with me
Aye, bet it hurt when you niggas hear the truth,
See the man in the mirror and he chillin on the roof,
See the man in the mirror, and he wanna whip a coupe.
Shit on niggas, man I swear they're really poop, for real, and I'm caught up in a loop, for real.
Up score, I ain't even gotta shoot, for real, claim chill
But y'all niggas not cool, for real, hold up, hold up
Freedom of mind, free in mind, hate confinement.
Claiming the realest that was never yo' designin'
Caught in ya feelings nigga need to change his mindset,
I want this, I want that go and get it, nigga,
Hun on hun keep shit a stack, even if it's little
Niggas cooked, f*cking with the gang, put em on the griddle
Big birds, swear you're getting paid, call them chicken, little chicken
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Oh, oh, so, shit, let me, let me get this straight, you want me to do it the way that you do
It, I'm not gonna do it the way that you do it, I'm gonna do it my way, cause, it's me
Nigga, the f*ck, I look like doing it like another nigga that stupid come on now
Damn,
Being real probably something you ain't used to.
All my niggas be for real, we be truthful, top ten, top hot hundred nigga,
Top ten, hot hundred nigga, who is you,
You're somebody that they never
Wanna be like, swear to god, niggas pussed out, straight feline,
Say you great, and I swear you need to resign, Niggas fake, and they switching up the designs,
I'm waiting tor the decline, I'm hot, hot, hot, hotter than a motherf*cker, say you top, but
Y'all niggas roadrunners, running around with a gun, gun, tryna hole something
Playing with my top like I'm a hoe or sum,
Climbing to the top, take a guess what I see.
Nigga claiming he on top, why that boy in my seat, girly want me for the bag, she in love with lancey
Only want me for the funds, see me again, see me again, counting dividends, want me a flow of money stretching longer than neverlands, Niggas swear they
Groovin' just like me, but they can never dance disapproving all of the movement
You need to switch the stance, groovin groovin, I'm going stupid, I'm caught up in a trance
Heat be chilling all in my pockets, it's fire in the pants, fire in the, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't a day, on this earth, that you niggas could be f*cking with me
Aye, bet it hurt when you niggas hear the truth,
See the man in the mirror and he chillin on the roof,
See the man in the mirror, and he wanna whip a coupe.
Shit on niggas, man I swear they're really poop, for real, and I'm caught up in a loop, for real.
Up score, I ain't even gotta shoot, for real, claim chill
But y'all niggas not cool, for real, hold up, hold up
Freedom of mind, free in mind, hate confinement.
Claiming the realest that was never yo' designin'
Caught in ya feelings nigga need to change his mindset,
I want this, I want that go and get it, nigga,
Hun on hun keep shit a stack, even if it's little
Niggas cooked, f*cking with the gang, put em on the griddle
Big birds, swear you're getting paid, call them chicken, little chicken
It, I'm not gonna do it the way that you do it, I'm gonna do it my way, cause, it's me
Nigga, the f*ck, I look like doing it like another nigga that stupid come on now
Damn,
Being real probably something you ain't used to.
All my niggas be for real, we be truthful, top ten, top hot hundred nigga,
Top ten, hot hundred nigga, who is you,
You're somebody that they never
Wanna be like, swear to god, niggas pussed out, straight feline,
Say you great, and I swear you need to resign, Niggas fake, and they switching up the designs,
I'm waiting tor the decline, I'm hot, hot, hot, hotter than a motherf*cker, say you top, but
Y'all niggas roadrunners, running around with a gun, gun, tryna hole something
Playing with my top like I'm a hoe or sum,
Climbing to the top, take a guess what I see.
Nigga claiming he on top, why that boy in my seat, girly want me for the bag, she in love with lancey
Only want me for the funds, see me again, see me again, counting dividends, want me a flow of money stretching longer than neverlands, Niggas swear they
Groovin' just like me, but they can never dance disapproving all of the movement
You need to switch the stance, groovin groovin, I'm going stupid, I'm caught up in a trance
Heat be chilling all in my pockets, it's fire in the pants, fire in the, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't a day, on this earth, that you niggas could be f*cking with me
Aye, bet it hurt when you niggas hear the truth,
See the man in the mirror and he chillin on the roof,
See the man in the mirror, and he wanna whip a coupe.
Shit on niggas, man I swear they're really poop, for real, and I'm caught up in a loop, for real.
Up score, I ain't even gotta shoot, for real, claim chill
But y'all niggas not cool, for real, hold up, hold up
Freedom of mind, free in mind, hate confinement.
Claiming the realest that was never yo' designin'
Caught in ya feelings nigga need to change his mindset,
I want this, I want that go and get it, nigga,
Hun on hun keep shit a stack, even if it's little
Niggas cooked, f*cking with the gang, put em on the griddle
Big birds, swear you're getting paid, call them chicken, little chicken
Writer: Brandon Holland
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid