Ayy, bitch, you know I'm on a mission Tryna run it up, yeah, I really love that chicken
All I wanted was them bills, I don't do no sneak dissin
If a nigga funk with me, then I'll leave him in the bushes
Like, ayy, bitch, you know I'm on a mission Tryna run it up, yeah, I really love that chicken
All I wanted was them bills, I don't do no sneak dissin
If a nigga funk with me, then I'll leave him in the bushes
All I wanted was a mill, I ain't trippin' bout a bitch
Ever since a little kid, I've been known to keep it stitched
From the school of hard knocks, so I learned to make them flips
Just stackin' up my chips, I ain't f*ckin' with no snitch
Card push to start, then I raced to that check
I don't really care for sex, all I want is that neck
If the bitch fag off, then I move to the next
Bitche it's camera action, so quiet up on that set
Got money comin' in, I don't even gotta flex
Just thumbin' through these rolls, still I need some more checks
If I fall off today, then it's back to movin' packs
Steady grindin' real hard, only tryna be the best
Livin' how I do only leads to more stress
So I'm rollin' up these woods, just smokin' to the neck
I don't care where you from, man, it's all about respect
But you better come correct, or I'll put your ass in check
30 on my hip, man, I really leave you stretched
I ain't with the playin games, so you better wear a vest
Heard that nigga talkin' shit, so I laid his ass to rest
I ain't talkin' bout a bag, bitch, I'm talkin' bout a chest
I got groupies on my line, but I don't want the sex
If they wanna see me, better be about to check
I'm a six-figure nigga, so my time is an expense
I ain't stressin' bout a ho, all I want is a check
Like, ayy, bitch, you know I'm on a mission
Tryna run it up, yeah, I really love that chicken
All I wanted was them bills, I don't do no sneak dissin
If a nigga f*ck with me, then I'll leave him in the bushes
Like, ayy, bitch, you know I'm on a mission
Tryna run it up, yeah, I really love that chicken
All I wanted was them bills, I don't do no sneak dissin
If a nigga f*ck with me, then I'll leave him in the bushes
Bitch, I'm comin' in again, I ain't wastin' any breath
Now my life kinda hectic, so I really gotta step
I'm tryna change my ways, cause this ain't for the best
Mom, I'm sorry I chose this life, but I'm a ticket to the Jets
Keep on chasin' pape, cause it help me with the pain
Like I'm number 42, I'ma really change the game
Give a f*ck what you say, cause I really paved the way
Man, f*ck all these groupies that be tryna make it name
Trippin' bout a bitch, tell him, go and buy a skirt
If you really down to ride, why you never put in work
Stop cappin' to the bitch, man, you really just a Smurf
I been known to push weight, I ain't f*ckin' with no nerd
Shit ain't come easy, had to get it out the dirt
If the bitch came through, then I got it out her purse
But I learned from my past, that's what helped me with this verse
Shoutout to my big bro, doin' life up in the M
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Ayy, bitch, you know I'm on a mission Tryna run it up, yeah, I really love that chicken
All I wanted was them bills, I don't do no sneak dissin
If a nigga funk with me, then I'll leave him in the bushes
Like, ayy, bitch, you know I'm on a mission Tryna run it up, yeah, I really love that chicken
All I wanted was them bills, I don't do no sneak dissin
If a nigga funk with me, then I'll leave him in the bushes
All I wanted was a mill, I ain't trippin' bout a bitch
Ever since a little kid, I've been known to keep it stitched
From the school of hard knocks, so I learned to make them flips
Just stackin' up my chips, I ain't f*ckin' with no snitch
Card push to start, then I raced to that check
I don't really care for sex, all I want is that neck
If the bitch fag off, then I move to the next
Bitche it's camera action, so quiet up on that set
Got money comin' in, I don't even gotta flex
Just thumbin' through these rolls, still I need some more checks
If I fall off today, then it's back to movin' packs
Steady grindin' real hard, only tryna be the best
Livin' how I do only leads to more stress
So I'm rollin' up these woods, just smokin' to the neck
I don't care where you from, man, it's all about respect
But you better come correct, or I'll put your ass in check
30 on my hip, man, I really leave you stretched
I ain't with the playin games, so you better wear a vest
Heard that nigga talkin' shit, so I laid his ass to rest
I ain't talkin' bout a bag, bitch, I'm talkin' bout a chest
I got groupies on my line, but I don't want the sex
If they wanna see me, better be about to check
I'm a six-figure nigga, so my time is an expense
I ain't stressin' bout a ho, all I want is a check
Like, ayy, bitch, you know I'm on a mission
Tryna run it up, yeah, I really love that chicken
All I wanted was them bills, I don't do no sneak dissin
If a nigga f*ck with me, then I'll leave him in the bushes
Like, ayy, bitch, you know I'm on a mission
Tryna run it up, yeah, I really love that chicken
All I wanted was them bills, I don't do no sneak dissin
If a nigga f*ck with me, then I'll leave him in the bushes
Bitch, I'm comin' in again, I ain't wastin' any breath
Now my life kinda hectic, so I really gotta step
I'm tryna change my ways, cause this ain't for the best
Mom, I'm sorry I chose this life, but I'm a ticket to the Jets
Keep on chasin' pape, cause it help me with the pain
Like I'm number 42, I'ma really change the game
Give a f*ck what you say, cause I really paved the way
Man, f*ck all these groupies that be tryna make it name
Trippin' bout a bitch, tell him, go and buy a skirt
If you really down to ride, why you never put in work
Stop cappin' to the bitch, man, you really just a Smurf
I been known to push weight, I ain't f*ckin' with no nerd
Shit ain't come easy, had to get it out the dirt
If the bitch came through, then I got it out her purse
But I learned from my past, that's what helped me with this verse
Shoutout to my big bro, doin' life up in the M
All I wanted was them bills, I don't do no sneak dissin
If a nigga funk with me, then I'll leave him in the bushes
Like, ayy, bitch, you know I'm on a mission Tryna run it up, yeah, I really love that chicken
All I wanted was them bills, I don't do no sneak dissin
If a nigga funk with me, then I'll leave him in the bushes
All I wanted was a mill, I ain't trippin' bout a bitch
Ever since a little kid, I've been known to keep it stitched
From the school of hard knocks, so I learned to make them flips
Just stackin' up my chips, I ain't f*ckin' with no snitch
Card push to start, then I raced to that check
I don't really care for sex, all I want is that neck
If the bitch fag off, then I move to the next
Bitche it's camera action, so quiet up on that set
Got money comin' in, I don't even gotta flex
Just thumbin' through these rolls, still I need some more checks
If I fall off today, then it's back to movin' packs
Steady grindin' real hard, only tryna be the best
Livin' how I do only leads to more stress
So I'm rollin' up these woods, just smokin' to the neck
I don't care where you from, man, it's all about respect
But you better come correct, or I'll put your ass in check
30 on my hip, man, I really leave you stretched
I ain't with the playin games, so you better wear a vest
Heard that nigga talkin' shit, so I laid his ass to rest
I ain't talkin' bout a bag, bitch, I'm talkin' bout a chest
I got groupies on my line, but I don't want the sex
If they wanna see me, better be about to check
I'm a six-figure nigga, so my time is an expense
I ain't stressin' bout a ho, all I want is a check
Like, ayy, bitch, you know I'm on a mission
Tryna run it up, yeah, I really love that chicken
All I wanted was them bills, I don't do no sneak dissin
If a nigga f*ck with me, then I'll leave him in the bushes
Like, ayy, bitch, you know I'm on a mission
Tryna run it up, yeah, I really love that chicken
All I wanted was them bills, I don't do no sneak dissin
If a nigga f*ck with me, then I'll leave him in the bushes
Bitch, I'm comin' in again, I ain't wastin' any breath
Now my life kinda hectic, so I really gotta step
I'm tryna change my ways, cause this ain't for the best
Mom, I'm sorry I chose this life, but I'm a ticket to the Jets
Keep on chasin' pape, cause it help me with the pain
Like I'm number 42, I'ma really change the game
Give a f*ck what you say, cause I really paved the way
Man, f*ck all these groupies that be tryna make it name
Trippin' bout a bitch, tell him, go and buy a skirt
If you really down to ride, why you never put in work
Stop cappin' to the bitch, man, you really just a Smurf
I been known to push weight, I ain't f*ckin' with no nerd
Shit ain't come easy, had to get it out the dirt
If the bitch came through, then I got it out her purse
But I learned from my past, that's what helped me with this verse
Shoutout to my big bro, doin' life up in the M
Writer: Alan Soto
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