Woah
Yeah, I let 'em down, uh
I got some water on me, bitch, I'm 'bout to drown
Yeah, you a badass bitch and I think I'll see your ass around
I don't think that I've been seeing what's been going down
Yeah, I think I lost a bitch so I'ma go check the lost and found
Yeah, I wanna get some money off my music and off of my sound
And I work a job right now, but I don't make a large amount
Tryna find a larger life, yeah, I don't wanna cap and gown
Yeah, I don't wanna let 'em down, of course, but I don't wanna let me down
Yeah, sit back, looking at everything, I swear this shit so fake
Yeah, I seen that and I won't let that dumbass shit just be my fate
Yeah, think you the biggest shark, bitch you came from the lake
Yeah, gotta stay working in this bitch, I cannot take no break
Yeah, sweep the floor, bitch, yeah, I already got the rake
I got too much money on me, man my pocket's 'bout to break
Man, I'm running out of luck, so I'm 'bout to ask the eight
Got more money, why would I give a f*ck about what you say?
Yeah, this shit not always what it seems
Yeah, I'm thinking 'bout this shit cause I just seen it in a dream
I've been living every day the same, I feel like a machine
And yeah, I got a plan, yeah, bitch, I'm 'bout to scheme
Yeah, I got plenty time, yeah, I'm only 17
Yeah, I promise you, the money blue, this shit will not be green
Yeah, I'm goin' up, don't need no extra clips or magazines
Yeah, I promise you I'm 'bout to be in all the magazines
Yeah, give it time, see the signs, you'll know what I mean
Yeah, testify, know I'm right, bitch, you'll never speak
Yeah, swing the iron, yeah, we might hit 'em with the beam
Yeah, talk about me, yeah, blow his ass to smithereens
Yeah, bitch I'm grimy, yeah, I think I got a new disease
Yeah, easy money, man, this shit can really grow on a trees
Yeah, super slimy, bitch, you can hear it when I sneeze
Yeah, Maison Margiela, put that shit all on my feet
Yeah, you could never be me
And I'm 'bout to blow a bag on my teeth
I let 'em down when I speak
I put 'em down underneath
Yeah, now I'm on the scene
I'm only seventeen
Woah
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Woah
Yeah, I let 'em down, uh
I got some water on me, bitch, I'm 'bout to drown
Yeah, you a badass bitch and I think I'll see your ass around
I don't think that I've been seeing what's been going down
Yeah, I think I lost a bitch so I'ma go check the lost and found
Yeah, I wanna get some money off my music and off of my sound
And I work a job right now, but I don't make a large amount
Tryna find a larger life, yeah, I don't wanna cap and gown
Yeah, I don't wanna let 'em down, of course, but I don't wanna let me down
Yeah, sit back, looking at everything, I swear this shit so fake
Yeah, I seen that and I won't let that dumbass shit just be my fate
Yeah, think you the biggest shark, bitch you came from the lake
Yeah, gotta stay working in this bitch, I cannot take no break
Yeah, sweep the floor, bitch, yeah, I already got the rake
I got too much money on me, man my pocket's 'bout to break
Man, I'm running out of luck, so I'm 'bout to ask the eight
Got more money, why would I give a f*ck about what you say?
Yeah, this shit not always what it seems
Yeah, I'm thinking 'bout this shit cause I just seen it in a dream
I've been living every day the same, I feel like a machine
And yeah, I got a plan, yeah, bitch, I'm 'bout to scheme
Yeah, I got plenty time, yeah, I'm only 17
Yeah, I promise you, the money blue, this shit will not be green
Yeah, I'm goin' up, don't need no extra clips or magazines
Yeah, I promise you I'm 'bout to be in all the magazines
Yeah, give it time, see the signs, you'll know what I mean
Yeah, testify, know I'm right, bitch, you'll never speak
Yeah, swing the iron, yeah, we might hit 'em with the beam
Yeah, talk about me, yeah, blow his ass to smithereens
Yeah, bitch I'm grimy, yeah, I think I got a new disease
Yeah, easy money, man, this shit can really grow on a trees
Yeah, super slimy, bitch, you can hear it when I sneeze
Yeah, Maison Margiela, put that shit all on my feet
Yeah, you could never be me
And I'm 'bout to blow a bag on my teeth
I let 'em down when I speak
I put 'em down underneath
Yeah, now I'm on the scene
I'm only seventeen
Woah
Yeah, I let 'em down, uh
I got some water on me, bitch, I'm 'bout to drown
Yeah, you a badass bitch and I think I'll see your ass around
I don't think that I've been seeing what's been going down
Yeah, I think I lost a bitch so I'ma go check the lost and found
Yeah, I wanna get some money off my music and off of my sound
And I work a job right now, but I don't make a large amount
Tryna find a larger life, yeah, I don't wanna cap and gown
Yeah, I don't wanna let 'em down, of course, but I don't wanna let me down
Yeah, sit back, looking at everything, I swear this shit so fake
Yeah, I seen that and I won't let that dumbass shit just be my fate
Yeah, think you the biggest shark, bitch you came from the lake
Yeah, gotta stay working in this bitch, I cannot take no break
Yeah, sweep the floor, bitch, yeah, I already got the rake
I got too much money on me, man my pocket's 'bout to break
Man, I'm running out of luck, so I'm 'bout to ask the eight
Got more money, why would I give a f*ck about what you say?
Yeah, this shit not always what it seems
Yeah, I'm thinking 'bout this shit cause I just seen it in a dream
I've been living every day the same, I feel like a machine
And yeah, I got a plan, yeah, bitch, I'm 'bout to scheme
Yeah, I got plenty time, yeah, I'm only 17
Yeah, I promise you, the money blue, this shit will not be green
Yeah, I'm goin' up, don't need no extra clips or magazines
Yeah, I promise you I'm 'bout to be in all the magazines
Yeah, give it time, see the signs, you'll know what I mean
Yeah, testify, know I'm right, bitch, you'll never speak
Yeah, swing the iron, yeah, we might hit 'em with the beam
Yeah, talk about me, yeah, blow his ass to smithereens
Yeah, bitch I'm grimy, yeah, I think I got a new disease
Yeah, easy money, man, this shit can really grow on a trees
Yeah, super slimy, bitch, you can hear it when I sneeze
Yeah, Maison Margiela, put that shit all on my feet
Yeah, you could never be me
And I'm 'bout to blow a bag on my teeth
I let 'em down when I speak
I put 'em down underneath
Yeah, now I'm on the scene
I'm only seventeen
Woah
Writer: Tanner Horton
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid