You sweating me I burn yo ass like Scott Storch
I go ape, I go gorilla, I go George
I'm killing everything every beat straight to the morgue
Beat the pussy up baby leave the pussy sore
I gotta' grind 'cause the vacation leave me bored
Rolling up the loud yeah I'm blocking out the noise
Give ya' grown man dick 'cause you f*ckin' all them boys
Skinny nigga big ego, call me Floyd
Natural born boss turn my dream into some bands
Everybody work, I split the dream up with the fam
Everybody work, I split half with my mans yeah
That's how you get them free bands let's go
And I'm a lil' nigga with big plans
If it wasn't for my dog I'd probably be jammed
Man I hope a nigga never ever get jammed
I pray we never get jammed
Can't get jammed got the herb up in the mason jar
Driving slow when them things off in a nigga car
I'm with Dee Myles and I'm running through a bitch
I be switching lanes but can't end up in a ditch
I'm dropping off that dick, I'm gone give her every inch
Teach her ass that real and I ain't talking common sense
Work us like us slave but can't put us in a lynch
I'ma teach her the real, I ain't even from the trench
I ain't ever had the work, I ain't have to jump the fence
Rap shit working out like, like I'm coming off the bench
Sixth man of the year
Look up and get busted like mother f*ckin' deer
Tryna get a mill off the walkies
Talking big bucks
She wanna look good when we f*ck
She tryna' get that nip tuck
I put it down all gotta' do is pick it up
Talking 'bout the game the phone
The mother f*ckin' bone
To fall off know you simple bitches prone
Childish ass hoes ain't got time for chaperones
Kickin' shit she love through her Apple headphones
All you niggas clones
Me and my niggas coming from a different zone
You ain't gotta' give us credit, we gone spot each other personal loans
Give a f*ck what another nigga on
Flaw shit we don't condone
Independent nigga we on our f*ckin' own nigga
And I'm a lil' nigga with big plans
If it wasn't for my dog I'd probably be jammed
Man I hope a nigga never ever get jammed
I pray we never get jammed
And I'm a lil' nigga with big plans
If it wasn't for my dog I'd probably be jammed
Man I hope a nigga never ever get jammed
I pray we never get jammed
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You sweating me I burn yo ass like Scott Storch
I go ape, I go gorilla, I go George
I'm killing everything every beat straight to the morgue
Beat the pussy up baby leave the pussy sore
I gotta' grind 'cause the vacation leave me bored
Rolling up the loud yeah I'm blocking out the noise
Give ya' grown man dick 'cause you f*ckin' all them boys
Skinny nigga big ego, call me Floyd
Natural born boss turn my dream into some bands
Everybody work, I split the dream up with the fam
Everybody work, I split half with my mans yeah
That's how you get them free bands let's go
And I'm a lil' nigga with big plans
If it wasn't for my dog I'd probably be jammed
Man I hope a nigga never ever get jammed
I pray we never get jammed
Can't get jammed got the herb up in the mason jar
Driving slow when them things off in a nigga car
I'm with Dee Myles and I'm running through a bitch
I be switching lanes but can't end up in a ditch
I'm dropping off that dick, I'm gone give her every inch
Teach her ass that real and I ain't talking common sense
Work us like us slave but can't put us in a lynch
I'ma teach her the real, I ain't even from the trench
I ain't ever had the work, I ain't have to jump the fence
Rap shit working out like, like I'm coming off the bench
Sixth man of the year
Look up and get busted like mother f*ckin' deer
Tryna get a mill off the walkies
Talking big bucks
She wanna look good when we f*ck
She tryna' get that nip tuck
I put it down all gotta' do is pick it up
Talking 'bout the game the phone
The mother f*ckin' bone
To fall off know you simple bitches prone
Childish ass hoes ain't got time for chaperones
Kickin' shit she love through her Apple headphones
All you niggas clones
Me and my niggas coming from a different zone
You ain't gotta' give us credit, we gone spot each other personal loans
Give a f*ck what another nigga on
Flaw shit we don't condone
Independent nigga we on our f*ckin' own nigga
And I'm a lil' nigga with big plans
If it wasn't for my dog I'd probably be jammed
Man I hope a nigga never ever get jammed
I pray we never get jammed
And I'm a lil' nigga with big plans
If it wasn't for my dog I'd probably be jammed
Man I hope a nigga never ever get jammed
I pray we never get jammed
I go ape, I go gorilla, I go George
I'm killing everything every beat straight to the morgue
Beat the pussy up baby leave the pussy sore
I gotta' grind 'cause the vacation leave me bored
Rolling up the loud yeah I'm blocking out the noise
Give ya' grown man dick 'cause you f*ckin' all them boys
Skinny nigga big ego, call me Floyd
Natural born boss turn my dream into some bands
Everybody work, I split the dream up with the fam
Everybody work, I split half with my mans yeah
That's how you get them free bands let's go
And I'm a lil' nigga with big plans
If it wasn't for my dog I'd probably be jammed
Man I hope a nigga never ever get jammed
I pray we never get jammed
Can't get jammed got the herb up in the mason jar
Driving slow when them things off in a nigga car
I'm with Dee Myles and I'm running through a bitch
I be switching lanes but can't end up in a ditch
I'm dropping off that dick, I'm gone give her every inch
Teach her ass that real and I ain't talking common sense
Work us like us slave but can't put us in a lynch
I'ma teach her the real, I ain't even from the trench
I ain't ever had the work, I ain't have to jump the fence
Rap shit working out like, like I'm coming off the bench
Sixth man of the year
Look up and get busted like mother f*ckin' deer
Tryna get a mill off the walkies
Talking big bucks
She wanna look good when we f*ck
She tryna' get that nip tuck
I put it down all gotta' do is pick it up
Talking 'bout the game the phone
The mother f*ckin' bone
To fall off know you simple bitches prone
Childish ass hoes ain't got time for chaperones
Kickin' shit she love through her Apple headphones
All you niggas clones
Me and my niggas coming from a different zone
You ain't gotta' give us credit, we gone spot each other personal loans
Give a f*ck what another nigga on
Flaw shit we don't condone
Independent nigga we on our f*ckin' own nigga
And I'm a lil' nigga with big plans
If it wasn't for my dog I'd probably be jammed
Man I hope a nigga never ever get jammed
I pray we never get jammed
And I'm a lil' nigga with big plans
If it wasn't for my dog I'd probably be jammed
Man I hope a nigga never ever get jammed
I pray we never get jammed
Writer: Devin Robbinson, Marcus Nickson
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