Hundreds of thousands, yeah, step up and count shit
F*ck if you doubt shit, you not about shit
These birds out in LA always tryna' creep
Gotta talk to God right before I fall asleep (Yeah, what?)
Look up to the sky, watch it fall out in the breeze
All the homies ride, all the homies gotta eat (Yeah)
Yeah, I put that shit on a chain, I put that shit on my rang (What?)
I just might pull out the Range
Hundreds of thousands, yeah, step up and count shit
F*ck if you doubt shit, you not about shit
These birds out in LA always tryna' creep
Gotta talk to God right before I fall asleep (Yeah, what?)
Look up to the sky, watch it fall out in the breeze
All the homies ride, all the homies gotta eat (Yeah)
Yeah, I put that shit on a chain, I put that shit on my rang (What?)
I just might pull out the Range
I f*ck your bitch, givе her back (Bitch)
Ridin' around with that strap
I made a mill' outta trap, I got the birds in a Cadillac
Thеse birds out in LA-birds out in LA always tryna' creep-always tryna' creep
Ayy, look up to the sky, watch it fall out in the breeze
All the homies ride, all the homies gotta eat (Yeah)
Yeah, I put that shit on a chain, I put that shit on my rang (What?)
I just might pull out the Range
I f*ck your bitch, give her back (Bitch)
Ridin' around with that strap
I made a mill' outta trap, I got the birds in a Cadillac
Look, I'm chasing thous, yeah, yeah, I'm tryna' count shit
They talkin' down, yeah, yeah, they on some clown shit
Hundreds of thousands, yeah, step up and count shit
F*ck if you doubt shit, you not about shit
These birds out in LA always tryna' creep
Gotta talk to God right before I fall asleep (Yeah, what?)
Look up to the sky, watch it fall out in the breeze
All the homies ride, all the homies gotta eat (Yeah)
These birds out in LA
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Hundreds of thousands, yeah, step up and count shit
F*ck if you doubt shit, you not about shit
These birds out in LA always tryna' creep
Gotta talk to God right before I fall asleep (Yeah, what?)
Look up to the sky, watch it fall out in the breeze
All the homies ride, all the homies gotta eat (Yeah)
Yeah, I put that shit on a chain, I put that shit on my rang (What?)
I just might pull out the Range
Hundreds of thousands, yeah, step up and count shit
F*ck if you doubt shit, you not about shit
These birds out in LA always tryna' creep
Gotta talk to God right before I fall asleep (Yeah, what?)
Look up to the sky, watch it fall out in the breeze
All the homies ride, all the homies gotta eat (Yeah)
Yeah, I put that shit on a chain, I put that shit on my rang (What?)
I just might pull out the Range
I f*ck your bitch, givе her back (Bitch)
Ridin' around with that strap
I made a mill' outta trap, I got the birds in a Cadillac
Thеse birds out in LA-birds out in LA always tryna' creep-always tryna' creep
Ayy, look up to the sky, watch it fall out in the breeze
All the homies ride, all the homies gotta eat (Yeah)
Yeah, I put that shit on a chain, I put that shit on my rang (What?)
I just might pull out the Range
I f*ck your bitch, give her back (Bitch)
Ridin' around with that strap
I made a mill' outta trap, I got the birds in a Cadillac
Look, I'm chasing thous, yeah, yeah, I'm tryna' count shit
They talkin' down, yeah, yeah, they on some clown shit
Hundreds of thousands, yeah, step up and count shit
F*ck if you doubt shit, you not about shit
These birds out in LA always tryna' creep
Gotta talk to God right before I fall asleep (Yeah, what?)
Look up to the sky, watch it fall out in the breeze
All the homies ride, all the homies gotta eat (Yeah)
These birds out in LA
F*ck if you doubt shit, you not about shit
These birds out in LA always tryna' creep
Gotta talk to God right before I fall asleep (Yeah, what?)
Look up to the sky, watch it fall out in the breeze
All the homies ride, all the homies gotta eat (Yeah)
Yeah, I put that shit on a chain, I put that shit on my rang (What?)
I just might pull out the Range
Hundreds of thousands, yeah, step up and count shit
F*ck if you doubt shit, you not about shit
These birds out in LA always tryna' creep
Gotta talk to God right before I fall asleep (Yeah, what?)
Look up to the sky, watch it fall out in the breeze
All the homies ride, all the homies gotta eat (Yeah)
Yeah, I put that shit on a chain, I put that shit on my rang (What?)
I just might pull out the Range
I f*ck your bitch, givе her back (Bitch)
Ridin' around with that strap
I made a mill' outta trap, I got the birds in a Cadillac
Thеse birds out in LA-birds out in LA always tryna' creep-always tryna' creep
Ayy, look up to the sky, watch it fall out in the breeze
All the homies ride, all the homies gotta eat (Yeah)
Yeah, I put that shit on a chain, I put that shit on my rang (What?)
I just might pull out the Range
I f*ck your bitch, give her back (Bitch)
Ridin' around with that strap
I made a mill' outta trap, I got the birds in a Cadillac
Look, I'm chasing thous, yeah, yeah, I'm tryna' count shit
They talkin' down, yeah, yeah, they on some clown shit
Hundreds of thousands, yeah, step up and count shit
F*ck if you doubt shit, you not about shit
These birds out in LA always tryna' creep
Gotta talk to God right before I fall asleep (Yeah, what?)
Look up to the sky, watch it fall out in the breeze
All the homies ride, all the homies gotta eat (Yeah)
These birds out in LA
Writer: JOSHUA GEIGER, UGGA UGGA
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Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., Songtrust Ave