Let's go
Kick back
Yeah, yeah
They just be waiting for the get back
Yeah
What you gon' do when we get that?
What you gon' do when we blow up?
Yeah
Take the top off, off the coupe
I'm feeling hella cool
They say I trust too hard
They say that I'm a fool
Yeah
They just been on my nerve lately
Yeah
Baby, I know it get crazy
Yeah
Baby, I know it get crazy
Yeah
Baby, I know it get crazy
Curtains in my car, got stars on my roof
I boss out of space, I be higher than the moon
Bitch, I'm married to the money
I need all my paper blue
Patek fresh to death, I belong in the tomb
Shawty blowing up my line, want me to come through
Baby, I don't got time
Rich shine I'm the youth
Going Gordon Ramsey on the mic, got me whipping in the stew
I'm a culinary artist, so Im the shit with the juice
Young ass nigga, so my hunnid's brand new
Red dot on my Glock, I'ma aim it at you
Pop 3 tabs, now I'm flying through the roof
It's not the weekend, she loving the crew
Bitch from Sweden, she wet like a cruise
In love with the drugs, I swear its my muse
You was not mine, why you acting confused
After I nut, I just throw up the deuce
What
What
Laying real low, but I get out of pocket
Just trying to go, but some demons, they got me
Thinking they winning, like, nigga, please stop
Baby, you got a problem
No, we can just box it
Nah
Boy, that shit is typical
Finna go make a move, I'm over critical
Mix up the game, and they say that I'm pivotal
Feel like a titan, I know I'm invincible
I tag in on sight, and I don't need no order
Heavy and cold, you could call me a boulder
But I spit the heat like I'm way down in Georgia
Snakes in the grass, and I'm seeing them cobras
So I know I'm a grower
Destroy the Beat, and you know the shit over
Aye
Aye
Oh, my god
Yeah
Picture myself out wiping Range Rovers
But, ha, this shit ain't over
Till I'm counting paper, Range Rover , Green Clover
But I be lucky, yeah, I become like, oh
Everybody see my blue jeans
I got them blue shoes with my favorite blue cheese
Yeah, they watch me stack up a 50 ball
They say, like, ooh-wee
I just miss my old hood, but they ask me what I really bleed
Now I reap this cool shit
I just reap this blue money
Oh, shit
I ain't really be with the trends
I'm always rocking with my old shit
Old shit, but new shit
Yeah
New to you, boy
New to you, boy
New to
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Let's go
Kick back
Yeah, yeah
They just be waiting for the get back
Yeah
What you gon' do when we get that?
What you gon' do when we blow up?
Yeah
Take the top off, off the coupe
I'm feeling hella cool
They say I trust too hard
They say that I'm a fool
Yeah
They just been on my nerve lately
Yeah
Baby, I know it get crazy
Yeah
Baby, I know it get crazy
Yeah
Baby, I know it get crazy
Curtains in my car, got stars on my roof
I boss out of space, I be higher than the moon
Bitch, I'm married to the money
I need all my paper blue
Patek fresh to death, I belong in the tomb
Shawty blowing up my line, want me to come through
Baby, I don't got time
Rich shine I'm the youth
Going Gordon Ramsey on the mic, got me whipping in the stew
I'm a culinary artist, so Im the shit with the juice
Young ass nigga, so my hunnid's brand new
Red dot on my Glock, I'ma aim it at you
Pop 3 tabs, now I'm flying through the roof
It's not the weekend, she loving the crew
Bitch from Sweden, she wet like a cruise
In love with the drugs, I swear its my muse
You was not mine, why you acting confused
After I nut, I just throw up the deuce
What
What
Laying real low, but I get out of pocket
Just trying to go, but some demons, they got me
Thinking they winning, like, nigga, please stop
Baby, you got a problem
No, we can just box it
Nah
Boy, that shit is typical
Finna go make a move, I'm over critical
Mix up the game, and they say that I'm pivotal
Feel like a titan, I know I'm invincible
I tag in on sight, and I don't need no order
Heavy and cold, you could call me a boulder
But I spit the heat like I'm way down in Georgia
Snakes in the grass, and I'm seeing them cobras
So I know I'm a grower
Destroy the Beat, and you know the shit over
Aye
Aye
Oh, my god
Yeah
Picture myself out wiping Range Rovers
But, ha, this shit ain't over
Till I'm counting paper, Range Rover , Green Clover
But I be lucky, yeah, I become like, oh
Everybody see my blue jeans
I got them blue shoes with my favorite blue cheese
Yeah, they watch me stack up a 50 ball
They say, like, ooh-wee
I just miss my old hood, but they ask me what I really bleed
Now I reap this cool shit
I just reap this blue money
Oh, shit
I ain't really be with the trends
I'm always rocking with my old shit
Old shit, but new shit
Yeah
New to you, boy
New to you, boy
New to
Kick back
Yeah, yeah
They just be waiting for the get back
Yeah
What you gon' do when we get that?
What you gon' do when we blow up?
Yeah
Take the top off, off the coupe
I'm feeling hella cool
They say I trust too hard
They say that I'm a fool
Yeah
They just been on my nerve lately
Yeah
Baby, I know it get crazy
Yeah
Baby, I know it get crazy
Yeah
Baby, I know it get crazy
Curtains in my car, got stars on my roof
I boss out of space, I be higher than the moon
Bitch, I'm married to the money
I need all my paper blue
Patek fresh to death, I belong in the tomb
Shawty blowing up my line, want me to come through
Baby, I don't got time
Rich shine I'm the youth
Going Gordon Ramsey on the mic, got me whipping in the stew
I'm a culinary artist, so Im the shit with the juice
Young ass nigga, so my hunnid's brand new
Red dot on my Glock, I'ma aim it at you
Pop 3 tabs, now I'm flying through the roof
It's not the weekend, she loving the crew
Bitch from Sweden, she wet like a cruise
In love with the drugs, I swear its my muse
You was not mine, why you acting confused
After I nut, I just throw up the deuce
What
What
Laying real low, but I get out of pocket
Just trying to go, but some demons, they got me
Thinking they winning, like, nigga, please stop
Baby, you got a problem
No, we can just box it
Nah
Boy, that shit is typical
Finna go make a move, I'm over critical
Mix up the game, and they say that I'm pivotal
Feel like a titan, I know I'm invincible
I tag in on sight, and I don't need no order
Heavy and cold, you could call me a boulder
But I spit the heat like I'm way down in Georgia
Snakes in the grass, and I'm seeing them cobras
So I know I'm a grower
Destroy the Beat, and you know the shit over
Aye
Aye
Oh, my god
Yeah
Picture myself out wiping Range Rovers
But, ha, this shit ain't over
Till I'm counting paper, Range Rover , Green Clover
But I be lucky, yeah, I become like, oh
Everybody see my blue jeans
I got them blue shoes with my favorite blue cheese
Yeah, they watch me stack up a 50 ball
They say, like, ooh-wee
I just miss my old hood, but they ask me what I really bleed
Now I reap this cool shit
I just reap this blue money
Oh, shit
I ain't really be with the trends
I'm always rocking with my old shit
Old shit, but new shit
Yeah
New to you, boy
New to you, boy
New to
Writer: Daniel Fuentes
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