F*ck around find out
Ride around with the 2 twin glocks
And they ready to pop cause these people don't like Me
F*ck around find out
Put that dot on yo head, i will not miss with this light Beam
Jordan 11's a 9 in my jeans, I'm looking too clean and The shirt just a black tee
And My cup to the top with the crown peach
Put my dick in her mouth she go down deep
Ima stack up the bread, yeah I'm about numbers so Im gonna focus on counting
On a roll i can't stop now
If i miss, ima box out
Play my cards right and tunk out
Boutta blow bout to bust out
And her mouth opened wide, she stare in my eyes
She on her knees with her tongue out
Yeah i gotta keep me the flame
They with the envy and hate
Chasing the bands I can't wait
They wanna take from my plate
Ima just steady my aim
Make sure you feel all this pain
I want the bread not the fame
Remember we ain't have a thing
So ima just stack it up mean
Til My life start to feel like my dreams
Ride around with the 2 twin glocks
And they ready to pop cause these people don't like Me
F*ck around find out
Put that dot on yo head, i will not miss with this light Beam
Jordan 11's a 9 in my jeans, I'm looking too clean and The shirt just a black tee
And My cup to the top with the crown peach
Put my dick in her mouth she go down deep
Ima stack up the bread, yeah I'm about numbers, and Im gonna focus on counting
On a roll i can't stop now
If i miss, ima box out
Play my cards right and tunk out
Boutta blow bout to bust out
And her mouth opened wide, she stare at my eyes
She on her knees with her tongue out
She said she like it spicy bitch I'm way too mean
Good smoke got me lookin like I'm from Beijing
I need that milly no meek but i chase dreams
I really get to the cheese so they hate me
I really keep me the piece they be faking
This aint my peak this a beast in the making
Ride around with the 2 twin glocks
And they ready to pop cause these people don't like Me
F*ck around find out
Put that dot on yo head, i will not miss with this light Beam
Jordan 11's a 9 in my jeans, I'm looking too clean and The shirt just a black tee
And My cup to the top with the crown peach
Put my dick in her mouth she go down deep
Ima stack up the bread, yeah its all about numbers
And im gonna focus on counting
On a roll i can't stop now
If i miss, ima box out
Play my cards right and tunk out
Boutta blow bout to bust out
And her mouth opened wide, she stare at my eyes
She on her knees with her tongue out
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F*ck around find out
Ride around with the 2 twin glocks
And they ready to pop cause these people don't like Me
F*ck around find out
Put that dot on yo head, i will not miss with this light Beam
Jordan 11's a 9 in my jeans, I'm looking too clean and The shirt just a black tee
And My cup to the top with the crown peach
Put my dick in her mouth she go down deep
Ima stack up the bread, yeah I'm about numbers so Im gonna focus on counting
On a roll i can't stop now
If i miss, ima box out
Play my cards right and tunk out
Boutta blow bout to bust out
And her mouth opened wide, she stare in my eyes
She on her knees with her tongue out
Yeah i gotta keep me the flame
They with the envy and hate
Chasing the bands I can't wait
They wanna take from my plate
Ima just steady my aim
Make sure you feel all this pain
I want the bread not the fame
Remember we ain't have a thing
So ima just stack it up mean
Til My life start to feel like my dreams
Ride around with the 2 twin glocks
And they ready to pop cause these people don't like Me
F*ck around find out
Put that dot on yo head, i will not miss with this light Beam
Jordan 11's a 9 in my jeans, I'm looking too clean and The shirt just a black tee
And My cup to the top with the crown peach
Put my dick in her mouth she go down deep
Ima stack up the bread, yeah I'm about numbers, and Im gonna focus on counting
On a roll i can't stop now
If i miss, ima box out
Play my cards right and tunk out
Boutta blow bout to bust out
And her mouth opened wide, she stare at my eyes
She on her knees with her tongue out
She said she like it spicy bitch I'm way too mean
Good smoke got me lookin like I'm from Beijing
I need that milly no meek but i chase dreams
I really get to the cheese so they hate me
I really keep me the piece they be faking
This aint my peak this a beast in the making
Ride around with the 2 twin glocks
And they ready to pop cause these people don't like Me
F*ck around find out
Put that dot on yo head, i will not miss with this light Beam
Jordan 11's a 9 in my jeans, I'm looking too clean and The shirt just a black tee
And My cup to the top with the crown peach
Put my dick in her mouth she go down deep
Ima stack up the bread, yeah its all about numbers
And im gonna focus on counting
On a roll i can't stop now
If i miss, ima box out
Play my cards right and tunk out
Boutta blow bout to bust out
And her mouth opened wide, she stare at my eyes
She on her knees with her tongue out
Ride around with the 2 twin glocks
And they ready to pop cause these people don't like Me
F*ck around find out
Put that dot on yo head, i will not miss with this light Beam
Jordan 11's a 9 in my jeans, I'm looking too clean and The shirt just a black tee
And My cup to the top with the crown peach
Put my dick in her mouth she go down deep
Ima stack up the bread, yeah I'm about numbers so Im gonna focus on counting
On a roll i can't stop now
If i miss, ima box out
Play my cards right and tunk out
Boutta blow bout to bust out
And her mouth opened wide, she stare in my eyes
She on her knees with her tongue out
Yeah i gotta keep me the flame
They with the envy and hate
Chasing the bands I can't wait
They wanna take from my plate
Ima just steady my aim
Make sure you feel all this pain
I want the bread not the fame
Remember we ain't have a thing
So ima just stack it up mean
Til My life start to feel like my dreams
Ride around with the 2 twin glocks
And they ready to pop cause these people don't like Me
F*ck around find out
Put that dot on yo head, i will not miss with this light Beam
Jordan 11's a 9 in my jeans, I'm looking too clean and The shirt just a black tee
And My cup to the top with the crown peach
Put my dick in her mouth she go down deep
Ima stack up the bread, yeah I'm about numbers, and Im gonna focus on counting
On a roll i can't stop now
If i miss, ima box out
Play my cards right and tunk out
Boutta blow bout to bust out
And her mouth opened wide, she stare at my eyes
She on her knees with her tongue out
She said she like it spicy bitch I'm way too mean
Good smoke got me lookin like I'm from Beijing
I need that milly no meek but i chase dreams
I really get to the cheese so they hate me
I really keep me the piece they be faking
This aint my peak this a beast in the making
Ride around with the 2 twin glocks
And they ready to pop cause these people don't like Me
F*ck around find out
Put that dot on yo head, i will not miss with this light Beam
Jordan 11's a 9 in my jeans, I'm looking too clean and The shirt just a black tee
And My cup to the top with the crown peach
Put my dick in her mouth she go down deep
Ima stack up the bread, yeah its all about numbers
And im gonna focus on counting
On a roll i can't stop now
If i miss, ima box out
Play my cards right and tunk out
Boutta blow bout to bust out
And her mouth opened wide, she stare at my eyes
She on her knees with her tongue out
Writer: Jesse Martinez
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid