I was tryna get up off my ass
I was tryna get a lil' cash
Hell nah, don't need no mask
All the lies comin' out the cracks
I was down, where the f*ck you at?
Crush the ice, put it in the Act'
Do this shit for a couple racks
Get a blunt, puffin' on a cloud
I can't f*ck with that hoe, she too loud
Foreign bitch yeah, no luau
Know you hear the words comin' out my mouth
I've been tryna do this shit for a while
Can't f*ck with these lil' boys, they clowns
Got a stick, yeah, and it got a hundred rounds
I'm a dog, bitch, and I'm comin' out the pound
Money on the scale, yeah, boy havin' pounds
Yeah, I get large amounts
I just got an ounce
That stupid lil' hoe get allowance (That stupid lil' hoe get allowance, yeah)
Not on my time, though
Told a bitch to pull up to my condo
She a dumb thot, but she fine though
And I keep a nine on me, Rondo
Not the one that played in Chicago
Yeah, I could be a god, Apollo
Got a stick, and it's semi-auto
In the bed, and she hit the high note
If she bad as f*ck, she get a follow
I got money like I hit the lotto
And that bitch bad like Mulatto
I get riches like it's El Dorado
Diamonds sittin' on the gold
Ask around, I really can't fold
Bad bitch, she a handful
I don't give a f*ck or damn, though
Know these bitches want my bands though
Pistol whip that bitch like Mando'
Walk in, I'm the man, though
Told her pull up, she commando
Sorry, bitch, gotta cancel
In my pocket, need to scramble
Up in Neiman's, got a flannel
Yeah, sorry, bitch, yeah, I gotta blast
Damn, why you livin' in the past?
Yeah, yeah
I was tryna get up off my ass
I was tryna get a lil' cash
Hell nah, don't need no mask
All the lies comin' out the cracks
I was down, where the f*ck you at?
Crush the ice, put it in the Act'
Do this shit for a couple racks
Get a blunt, puffin' on a cloud
I can't f*ck with that hoe, she too loud
Foreign bitch, yeah, no luau
Know you hear the words comin' out my mouth
I've been tryna do this shit for a while
Can't f*ck with these lil' boys, they clowns
Got a stick, yeah, and it got a hundred rounds
I'm a dog, bitch, and I'm comin' out the pound
Money on the scale, yeah, boy havin' pounds
I get large amounts
Yeah
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I was tryna get up off my ass
I was tryna get a lil' cash
Hell nah, don't need no mask
All the lies comin' out the cracks
I was down, where the f*ck you at?
Crush the ice, put it in the Act'
Do this shit for a couple racks
Get a blunt, puffin' on a cloud
I can't f*ck with that hoe, she too loud
Foreign bitch yeah, no luau
Know you hear the words comin' out my mouth
I've been tryna do this shit for a while
Can't f*ck with these lil' boys, they clowns
Got a stick, yeah, and it got a hundred rounds
I'm a dog, bitch, and I'm comin' out the pound
Money on the scale, yeah, boy havin' pounds
Yeah, I get large amounts
I just got an ounce
That stupid lil' hoe get allowance (That stupid lil' hoe get allowance, yeah)
Not on my time, though
Told a bitch to pull up to my condo
She a dumb thot, but she fine though
And I keep a nine on me, Rondo
Not the one that played in Chicago
Yeah, I could be a god, Apollo
Got a stick, and it's semi-auto
In the bed, and she hit the high note
If she bad as f*ck, she get a follow
I got money like I hit the lotto
And that bitch bad like Mulatto
I get riches like it's El Dorado
Diamonds sittin' on the gold
Ask around, I really can't fold
Bad bitch, she a handful
I don't give a f*ck or damn, though
Know these bitches want my bands though
Pistol whip that bitch like Mando'
Walk in, I'm the man, though
Told her pull up, she commando
Sorry, bitch, gotta cancel
In my pocket, need to scramble
Up in Neiman's, got a flannel
Yeah, sorry, bitch, yeah, I gotta blast
Damn, why you livin' in the past?
Yeah, yeah
I was tryna get up off my ass
I was tryna get a lil' cash
Hell nah, don't need no mask
All the lies comin' out the cracks
I was down, where the f*ck you at?
Crush the ice, put it in the Act'
Do this shit for a couple racks
Get a blunt, puffin' on a cloud
I can't f*ck with that hoe, she too loud
Foreign bitch, yeah, no luau
Know you hear the words comin' out my mouth
I've been tryna do this shit for a while
Can't f*ck with these lil' boys, they clowns
Got a stick, yeah, and it got a hundred rounds
I'm a dog, bitch, and I'm comin' out the pound
Money on the scale, yeah, boy havin' pounds
I get large amounts
Yeah
I was tryna get a lil' cash
Hell nah, don't need no mask
All the lies comin' out the cracks
I was down, where the f*ck you at?
Crush the ice, put it in the Act'
Do this shit for a couple racks
Get a blunt, puffin' on a cloud
I can't f*ck with that hoe, she too loud
Foreign bitch yeah, no luau
Know you hear the words comin' out my mouth
I've been tryna do this shit for a while
Can't f*ck with these lil' boys, they clowns
Got a stick, yeah, and it got a hundred rounds
I'm a dog, bitch, and I'm comin' out the pound
Money on the scale, yeah, boy havin' pounds
Yeah, I get large amounts
I just got an ounce
That stupid lil' hoe get allowance (That stupid lil' hoe get allowance, yeah)
Not on my time, though
Told a bitch to pull up to my condo
She a dumb thot, but she fine though
And I keep a nine on me, Rondo
Not the one that played in Chicago
Yeah, I could be a god, Apollo
Got a stick, and it's semi-auto
In the bed, and she hit the high note
If she bad as f*ck, she get a follow
I got money like I hit the lotto
And that bitch bad like Mulatto
I get riches like it's El Dorado
Diamonds sittin' on the gold
Ask around, I really can't fold
Bad bitch, she a handful
I don't give a f*ck or damn, though
Know these bitches want my bands though
Pistol whip that bitch like Mando'
Walk in, I'm the man, though
Told her pull up, she commando
Sorry, bitch, gotta cancel
In my pocket, need to scramble
Up in Neiman's, got a flannel
Yeah, sorry, bitch, yeah, I gotta blast
Damn, why you livin' in the past?
Yeah, yeah
I was tryna get up off my ass
I was tryna get a lil' cash
Hell nah, don't need no mask
All the lies comin' out the cracks
I was down, where the f*ck you at?
Crush the ice, put it in the Act'
Do this shit for a couple racks
Get a blunt, puffin' on a cloud
I can't f*ck with that hoe, she too loud
Foreign bitch, yeah, no luau
Know you hear the words comin' out my mouth
I've been tryna do this shit for a while
Can't f*ck with these lil' boys, they clowns
Got a stick, yeah, and it got a hundred rounds
I'm a dog, bitch, and I'm comin' out the pound
Money on the scale, yeah, boy havin' pounds
I get large amounts
Yeah
Writer: Tanner Horton
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