Lights off no talking on this night
Swinging off like I'm lost in a fistfight
Lights off like a boss up on this mic
Rick Ross when I'm talking my shit right
Mean the rap fat, too many looking past that
On a fast track better fill it to the gas cap
Where the fat stacks and the bitches with her ass fat
Better ask that, all the riches I ain't had that
I done been sat, been that for a minute
Coming in fast, never had speed limit
Tell a bitch apart from her last four-digit
Shit sound dope, go for broke, get it spinning
You know I'm finna go and I don't know if I'ma stop it
Run up in the middle get little bit of the profit
Gifted back up in it like I whip it and I park it
Admit it I'ma finish you all let's get it started
I'm out this place, I'm out the back I got identified
That's cause I know they got problems they won't tell me why
I don't feel like dealing with it they gon' kill my vibe
I run it every time, they just run it out of time
I'm about to kill em all like I'm odd future
Lotta rappers, good ones a lot fewer
Gotta happen, I'm talking it straight to ya
Now I'm back, when we talking its straight through ya
Headed downtown they ain't down to miss me
Come around now get it down like whiskey
Mastered it like I'm BrwnNDGifted
Yeah I'm back at that man it's back to business
High all day and I'm drunk all night so
Ice in the soda, mic in a tight rope
Hate being sober, keef in the pipe so
Get f*cked up live it up till I die go
Set the bank on fire I got money to burn
Took another down everything is blur
Hit it with a shot so I feel it for sure
Yeah I'm cutting the lines like I'm stealing your turn, yeah
Field trip I don't need permission
Acid tabs in a field I'm tripping
Coming back to back Meek Mill in this shit
Face the facts like a mirror in this bitch
Making change like I feed the meter
Run this bitch like a hundred meters
Make it rain like I change the seasons
Hurricane it's insane Katrina
Spit like I mean it I got them drugs if u need em
I come in dope with the feature I'm sipping Cogn by the liter
Man I been smoking since Easter and I ain't consider ceasing
You should be careful to meet em I set em up and I leave em
Man my art is official and y'all are all artificial
I got em blowing the whistle just so you know it's official
I'm on the go it's an issue I'm on the road I won't miss you
I know you dope but I'm crystal I make it blow like a missile
I'm out this place, I'm out the back I got identified
That's cause I know they got problems they won't tell me why
I don't feel like dealing with it they gon' kill my vibe
I run it every time, they just run it out of time (Yeah, I'm)
Blacked out in the back row (Row)
Do it big like macro (Yo)
Pen and paper like Van Gogh (Woah)
Ain't nowhere that I can't go (No)
Don't want no smoke? Tobacco
Why y'all so broke but you act dope
Think y'all so close? Check that hope
They climbing a hill with a slack rope
I make it bang, make it rain with the champagne (Bang)
Ain't safe for a thing, watch you damn change
Ain't done 'till they play, well the band came
Lights off in the place, 'till they say hey
Payday better make way for the crazy
Hey wait I win the race like Tay-K
Go and take a break man y'all need a vacay
Only on the radio when they call a mayday
And maybe I'm lazy, you ain't gonna faze me
Straight to the bank like I'm making em pay me
Ain't gonna wait, I'm straight when I'm faded
They making a face when I say what I say see
All I ever wanted was a shot so better let em in
I bought bit Henny for a shot, I gotta hit again
I gotta get it ready get it hot for what I said to them
I walk up on the block I gotta drop it like the medicine
God damn, what the f*ck is you saying
I pack a rollie hit it back blow it up like I made it
I gotta, get it going I don't know what today is
I only go out to the places that be sending me payments
I'm on a roll, if you know what I'm saying
This shit that I'm taking it's got me feeling amazing
And I'm like woah, if you wanna come take it
Take a shot out the bottle don't shoot at me if you aimless
I'm out this place, I'm out the back I got identified
That's cause I know they got problems they won't tell me why
I don't feel like dealing with it they gon' kill my vibe
I run it every time, they just run it out of time
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Lights off no talking on this night
Swinging off like I'm lost in a fistfight
Lights off like a boss up on this mic
Rick Ross when I'm talking my shit right
Mean the rap fat, too many looking past that
On a fast track better fill it to the gas cap
Where the fat stacks and the bitches with her ass fat
Better ask that, all the riches I ain't had that
I done been sat, been that for a minute
Coming in fast, never had speed limit
Tell a bitch apart from her last four-digit
Shit sound dope, go for broke, get it spinning
You know I'm finna go and I don't know if I'ma stop it
Run up in the middle get little bit of the profit
Gifted back up in it like I whip it and I park it
Admit it I'ma finish you all let's get it started
I'm out this place, I'm out the back I got identified
That's cause I know they got problems they won't tell me why
I don't feel like dealing with it they gon' kill my vibe
I run it every time, they just run it out of time
I'm about to kill em all like I'm odd future
Lotta rappers, good ones a lot fewer
Gotta happen, I'm talking it straight to ya
Now I'm back, when we talking its straight through ya
Headed downtown they ain't down to miss me
Come around now get it down like whiskey
Mastered it like I'm BrwnNDGifted
Yeah I'm back at that man it's back to business
High all day and I'm drunk all night so
Ice in the soda, mic in a tight rope
Hate being sober, keef in the pipe so
Get f*cked up live it up till I die go
Set the bank on fire I got money to burn
Took another down everything is blur
Hit it with a shot so I feel it for sure
Yeah I'm cutting the lines like I'm stealing your turn, yeah
Field trip I don't need permission
Acid tabs in a field I'm tripping
Coming back to back Meek Mill in this shit
Face the facts like a mirror in this bitch
Making change like I feed the meter
Run this bitch like a hundred meters
Make it rain like I change the seasons
Hurricane it's insane Katrina
Spit like I mean it I got them drugs if u need em
I come in dope with the feature I'm sipping Cogn by the liter
Man I been smoking since Easter and I ain't consider ceasing
You should be careful to meet em I set em up and I leave em
Man my art is official and y'all are all artificial
I got em blowing the whistle just so you know it's official
I'm on the go it's an issue I'm on the road I won't miss you
I know you dope but I'm crystal I make it blow like a missile
I'm out this place, I'm out the back I got identified
That's cause I know they got problems they won't tell me why
I don't feel like dealing with it they gon' kill my vibe
I run it every time, they just run it out of time (Yeah, I'm)
Blacked out in the back row (Row)
Do it big like macro (Yo)
Pen and paper like Van Gogh (Woah)
Ain't nowhere that I can't go (No)
Don't want no smoke? Tobacco
Why y'all so broke but you act dope
Think y'all so close? Check that hope
They climbing a hill with a slack rope
I make it bang, make it rain with the champagne (Bang)
Ain't safe for a thing, watch you damn change
Ain't done 'till they play, well the band came
Lights off in the place, 'till they say hey
Payday better make way for the crazy
Hey wait I win the race like Tay-K
Go and take a break man y'all need a vacay
Only on the radio when they call a mayday
And maybe I'm lazy, you ain't gonna faze me
Straight to the bank like I'm making em pay me
Ain't gonna wait, I'm straight when I'm faded
They making a face when I say what I say see
All I ever wanted was a shot so better let em in
I bought bit Henny for a shot, I gotta hit again
I gotta get it ready get it hot for what I said to them
I walk up on the block I gotta drop it like the medicine
God damn, what the f*ck is you saying
I pack a rollie hit it back blow it up like I made it
I gotta, get it going I don't know what today is
I only go out to the places that be sending me payments
I'm on a roll, if you know what I'm saying
This shit that I'm taking it's got me feeling amazing
And I'm like woah, if you wanna come take it
Take a shot out the bottle don't shoot at me if you aimless
I'm out this place, I'm out the back I got identified
That's cause I know they got problems they won't tell me why
I don't feel like dealing with it they gon' kill my vibe
I run it every time, they just run it out of time
Swinging off like I'm lost in a fistfight
Lights off like a boss up on this mic
Rick Ross when I'm talking my shit right
Mean the rap fat, too many looking past that
On a fast track better fill it to the gas cap
Where the fat stacks and the bitches with her ass fat
Better ask that, all the riches I ain't had that
I done been sat, been that for a minute
Coming in fast, never had speed limit
Tell a bitch apart from her last four-digit
Shit sound dope, go for broke, get it spinning
You know I'm finna go and I don't know if I'ma stop it
Run up in the middle get little bit of the profit
Gifted back up in it like I whip it and I park it
Admit it I'ma finish you all let's get it started
I'm out this place, I'm out the back I got identified
That's cause I know they got problems they won't tell me why
I don't feel like dealing with it they gon' kill my vibe
I run it every time, they just run it out of time
I'm about to kill em all like I'm odd future
Lotta rappers, good ones a lot fewer
Gotta happen, I'm talking it straight to ya
Now I'm back, when we talking its straight through ya
Headed downtown they ain't down to miss me
Come around now get it down like whiskey
Mastered it like I'm BrwnNDGifted
Yeah I'm back at that man it's back to business
High all day and I'm drunk all night so
Ice in the soda, mic in a tight rope
Hate being sober, keef in the pipe so
Get f*cked up live it up till I die go
Set the bank on fire I got money to burn
Took another down everything is blur
Hit it with a shot so I feel it for sure
Yeah I'm cutting the lines like I'm stealing your turn, yeah
Field trip I don't need permission
Acid tabs in a field I'm tripping
Coming back to back Meek Mill in this shit
Face the facts like a mirror in this bitch
Making change like I feed the meter
Run this bitch like a hundred meters
Make it rain like I change the seasons
Hurricane it's insane Katrina
Spit like I mean it I got them drugs if u need em
I come in dope with the feature I'm sipping Cogn by the liter
Man I been smoking since Easter and I ain't consider ceasing
You should be careful to meet em I set em up and I leave em
Man my art is official and y'all are all artificial
I got em blowing the whistle just so you know it's official
I'm on the go it's an issue I'm on the road I won't miss you
I know you dope but I'm crystal I make it blow like a missile
I'm out this place, I'm out the back I got identified
That's cause I know they got problems they won't tell me why
I don't feel like dealing with it they gon' kill my vibe
I run it every time, they just run it out of time (Yeah, I'm)
Blacked out in the back row (Row)
Do it big like macro (Yo)
Pen and paper like Van Gogh (Woah)
Ain't nowhere that I can't go (No)
Don't want no smoke? Tobacco
Why y'all so broke but you act dope
Think y'all so close? Check that hope
They climbing a hill with a slack rope
I make it bang, make it rain with the champagne (Bang)
Ain't safe for a thing, watch you damn change
Ain't done 'till they play, well the band came
Lights off in the place, 'till they say hey
Payday better make way for the crazy
Hey wait I win the race like Tay-K
Go and take a break man y'all need a vacay
Only on the radio when they call a mayday
And maybe I'm lazy, you ain't gonna faze me
Straight to the bank like I'm making em pay me
Ain't gonna wait, I'm straight when I'm faded
They making a face when I say what I say see
All I ever wanted was a shot so better let em in
I bought bit Henny for a shot, I gotta hit again
I gotta get it ready get it hot for what I said to them
I walk up on the block I gotta drop it like the medicine
God damn, what the f*ck is you saying
I pack a rollie hit it back blow it up like I made it
I gotta, get it going I don't know what today is
I only go out to the places that be sending me payments
I'm on a roll, if you know what I'm saying
This shit that I'm taking it's got me feeling amazing
And I'm like woah, if you wanna come take it
Take a shot out the bottle don't shoot at me if you aimless
I'm out this place, I'm out the back I got identified
That's cause I know they got problems they won't tell me why
I don't feel like dealing with it they gon' kill my vibe
I run it every time, they just run it out of time
Writer: Mason Chester
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid