I go dumb, dumb, every time you hear me on the song, Im real as they come
Duct tape strapped on the handle of a throwaway hammer
Sing like Rich homie quan, F*ck nigga killed my dog
Then he got hung, My nigga facing charge on a double homicide
But he out on bond , Still living by the code
Watching all the snakes unfold, You know I don't f*ck with these niggas
Thinking bout ways that I can get paid, I never been into discussing these niggas
I'm in a IROC T-top, Leaning with the seat back
Bitch got a brick in her purse, If 12 tryna search her, how you gon' eat that
They got a problem on their hand, You know how I coming through
She want a nigga to lay up, But I keep a player, you know what I come to do
They hating on a nigga, Whole city waiting on a nigga
It's crazy, they peep the lingo, My nigga I'm blazing
It's how the OG niggas raise me, AR got a beam to it
My name got a ring to it, This sprite got lean to it
And I'm better than whomever that you seen do it
I'm at the top when you look up, She in the kitchen tryna cook up
I'm on the highway booked up, And I got a whole lot of niggas shooked up
Murdered out 300, I do the dash in it
Told that bitch keep on her panties, I put the stash in it
She get to popping them pills, And want me to spaz in it
I'm charged with 10 a verse, But I need 5 just to ad lib it
I put the pain in the music, I never came with excuses
I took a trip out to Houston, Them niggas was riding 400
Drank up in Gucci, I hit the bitch with the sushi
She get to singing like Lucci, You know I don't f*ck with no goofy
Know I don't f*ck with no groovy, Told that bitch stay off her snack
Cause they working that hoof, Do they know I'm coming
They know that I'm cocky, I wasn't going, can't nobody stop me
Used to be broke, now I'm stuffing my pockets, Now they got a problem with Freeza
Trying to get strikes, better sign with Adidas
F*ck all that ra-ra, I ain't doing no features
This ain't about rap, this shit way deeper
Took me a break, now I'm back in my bag
Foot on the gas
Yeah, prey on crash, I see them watching, they know when I peep it
Stand in the booth and I make it look easy
I drop a song and might never release it, You thinking I'm cocky, you gave me a reason
You think I'm cocky, you gave me a reason
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English
I go dumb, dumb, every time you hear me on the song, Im real as they come
Duct tape strapped on the handle of a throwaway hammer
Sing like Rich homie quan, F*ck nigga killed my dog
Then he got hung, My nigga facing charge on a double homicide
But he out on bond , Still living by the code
Watching all the snakes unfold, You know I don't f*ck with these niggas
Thinking bout ways that I can get paid, I never been into discussing these niggas
I'm in a IROC T-top, Leaning with the seat back
Bitch got a brick in her purse, If 12 tryna search her, how you gon' eat that
They got a problem on their hand, You know how I coming through
She want a nigga to lay up, But I keep a player, you know what I come to do
They hating on a nigga, Whole city waiting on a nigga
It's crazy, they peep the lingo, My nigga I'm blazing
It's how the OG niggas raise me, AR got a beam to it
My name got a ring to it, This sprite got lean to it
And I'm better than whomever that you seen do it
I'm at the top when you look up, She in the kitchen tryna cook up
I'm on the highway booked up, And I got a whole lot of niggas shooked up
Murdered out 300, I do the dash in it
Told that bitch keep on her panties, I put the stash in it
She get to popping them pills, And want me to spaz in it
I'm charged with 10 a verse, But I need 5 just to ad lib it
I put the pain in the music, I never came with excuses
I took a trip out to Houston, Them niggas was riding 400
Drank up in Gucci, I hit the bitch with the sushi
She get to singing like Lucci, You know I don't f*ck with no goofy
Know I don't f*ck with no groovy, Told that bitch stay off her snack
Cause they working that hoof, Do they know I'm coming
They know that I'm cocky, I wasn't going, can't nobody stop me
Used to be broke, now I'm stuffing my pockets, Now they got a problem with Freeza
Trying to get strikes, better sign with Adidas
F*ck all that ra-ra, I ain't doing no features
This ain't about rap, this shit way deeper
Took me a break, now I'm back in my bag
Foot on the gas
Yeah, prey on crash, I see them watching, they know when I peep it
Stand in the booth and I make it look easy
I drop a song and might never release it, You thinking I'm cocky, you gave me a reason
You think I'm cocky, you gave me a reason
Duct tape strapped on the handle of a throwaway hammer
Sing like Rich homie quan, F*ck nigga killed my dog
Then he got hung, My nigga facing charge on a double homicide
But he out on bond , Still living by the code
Watching all the snakes unfold, You know I don't f*ck with these niggas
Thinking bout ways that I can get paid, I never been into discussing these niggas
I'm in a IROC T-top, Leaning with the seat back
Bitch got a brick in her purse, If 12 tryna search her, how you gon' eat that
They got a problem on their hand, You know how I coming through
She want a nigga to lay up, But I keep a player, you know what I come to do
They hating on a nigga, Whole city waiting on a nigga
It's crazy, they peep the lingo, My nigga I'm blazing
It's how the OG niggas raise me, AR got a beam to it
My name got a ring to it, This sprite got lean to it
And I'm better than whomever that you seen do it
I'm at the top when you look up, She in the kitchen tryna cook up
I'm on the highway booked up, And I got a whole lot of niggas shooked up
Murdered out 300, I do the dash in it
Told that bitch keep on her panties, I put the stash in it
She get to popping them pills, And want me to spaz in it
I'm charged with 10 a verse, But I need 5 just to ad lib it
I put the pain in the music, I never came with excuses
I took a trip out to Houston, Them niggas was riding 400
Drank up in Gucci, I hit the bitch with the sushi
She get to singing like Lucci, You know I don't f*ck with no goofy
Know I don't f*ck with no groovy, Told that bitch stay off her snack
Cause they working that hoof, Do they know I'm coming
They know that I'm cocky, I wasn't going, can't nobody stop me
Used to be broke, now I'm stuffing my pockets, Now they got a problem with Freeza
Trying to get strikes, better sign with Adidas
F*ck all that ra-ra, I ain't doing no features
This ain't about rap, this shit way deeper
Took me a break, now I'm back in my bag
Foot on the gas
Yeah, prey on crash, I see them watching, they know when I peep it
Stand in the booth and I make it look easy
I drop a song and might never release it, You thinking I'm cocky, you gave me a reason
You think I'm cocky, you gave me a reason
Writer: Laquinton Barrow
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid