Man, that boy Jacob tough What the f*ck
Niggas Know what the f*ck goin on PFK
Goo, Goo, Goo
Woke up to a check and after that I got some
Neck he a gentlemen in private get so violent on the net
Be so fly, step outside, feel like the pilot of a jet
I love a bitch who bout a bag, I feel like Kai when she send that
Have my money on arrival, I'ma go straight to the back
Set the wave for all these rappers, tell them all cut me a check
If I said it, then I meant it, facin' smoke straight to the neck
Bitch I never had no chill, now who want die bout they respect
I'ma buy her new purses since she love to hold my Glocks in em
I'm the mailman, pass it to me she like Stockton
Yo smoke is my smoke so we locked in, See a nigga try to play with you now he fox 10
Bro said he got his chop on em aint no boxin
Caught him in the store, took his soul, he got shoplifted
Tell me why the f*ck would I stop for my watch pissy
You ain't gotta hate to these hoes, just say I'm gifted
I don't give a f*ck bout a roll, I need nine digits
I can never beef over hoes, strictly slime business
I don't too much f*ck with niggas, rather be around fine bitches
They the ones who gon' give me my flowers and remind niggas
Woke up to a check and after that I got some
Neck he a gentlemen in private get so violent on the net
Be so fly, step outside, feel like the pilot of a jet
I love a bitch who bout a bag, I feel like Kai when she send that
Have my money on arrival, I'ma go straight to the back
Set the wave for all these rappers, tell them go cut me a check
If I said it, then I meant it, facin' smoke straight to the neck
Bitch I never had no chill, now who want die bout they respect
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Man, that boy Jacob tough What the f*ck
Niggas Know what the f*ck goin on PFK
Goo, Goo, Goo
Woke up to a check and after that I got some
Neck he a gentlemen in private get so violent on the net
Be so fly, step outside, feel like the pilot of a jet
I love a bitch who bout a bag, I feel like Kai when she send that
Have my money on arrival, I'ma go straight to the back
Set the wave for all these rappers, tell them all cut me a check
If I said it, then I meant it, facin' smoke straight to the neck
Bitch I never had no chill, now who want die bout they respect
I'ma buy her new purses since she love to hold my Glocks in em
I'm the mailman, pass it to me she like Stockton
Yo smoke is my smoke so we locked in, See a nigga try to play with you now he fox 10
Bro said he got his chop on em aint no boxin
Caught him in the store, took his soul, he got shoplifted
Tell me why the f*ck would I stop for my watch pissy
You ain't gotta hate to these hoes, just say I'm gifted
I don't give a f*ck bout a roll, I need nine digits
I can never beef over hoes, strictly slime business
I don't too much f*ck with niggas, rather be around fine bitches
They the ones who gon' give me my flowers and remind niggas
Woke up to a check and after that I got some
Neck he a gentlemen in private get so violent on the net
Be so fly, step outside, feel like the pilot of a jet
I love a bitch who bout a bag, I feel like Kai when she send that
Have my money on arrival, I'ma go straight to the back
Set the wave for all these rappers, tell them go cut me a check
If I said it, then I meant it, facin' smoke straight to the neck
Bitch I never had no chill, now who want die bout they respect
Niggas Know what the f*ck goin on PFK
Goo, Goo, Goo
Woke up to a check and after that I got some
Neck he a gentlemen in private get so violent on the net
Be so fly, step outside, feel like the pilot of a jet
I love a bitch who bout a bag, I feel like Kai when she send that
Have my money on arrival, I'ma go straight to the back
Set the wave for all these rappers, tell them all cut me a check
If I said it, then I meant it, facin' smoke straight to the neck
Bitch I never had no chill, now who want die bout they respect
I'ma buy her new purses since she love to hold my Glocks in em
I'm the mailman, pass it to me she like Stockton
Yo smoke is my smoke so we locked in, See a nigga try to play with you now he fox 10
Bro said he got his chop on em aint no boxin
Caught him in the store, took his soul, he got shoplifted
Tell me why the f*ck would I stop for my watch pissy
You ain't gotta hate to these hoes, just say I'm gifted
I don't give a f*ck bout a roll, I need nine digits
I can never beef over hoes, strictly slime business
I don't too much f*ck with niggas, rather be around fine bitches
They the ones who gon' give me my flowers and remind niggas
Woke up to a check and after that I got some
Neck he a gentlemen in private get so violent on the net
Be so fly, step outside, feel like the pilot of a jet
I love a bitch who bout a bag, I feel like Kai when she send that
Have my money on arrival, I'ma go straight to the back
Set the wave for all these rappers, tell them go cut me a check
If I said it, then I meant it, facin' smoke straight to the neck
Bitch I never had no chill, now who want die bout they respect
Writer: Yonai Tillman
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