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Performed By: P.I.V.O.T.
Language: English
Length: 2:27
Written by: Nolan Hendrickson




P.I.V.O.T. - Last. Lyrics
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Down bad on my last but had to make it flip
Got a hundred out the safe and then i got a zip
Tryna ball like Antetokounmpo breakin' legs and shit
I'm a young boy and I never could be broke again
I can't even sleep I'm rollin' round the bed
All these pills up in my head got me tastin death
I'm a fighter don't need Molly boy I take it there
I'm scrap em up regardless better stop and stare
I been Ballin like James Harden ain't no bricks in here
You smell like weed in here, we smoke in treesh in here
No you can't come in here, yeah we get up in here
Shorty just got new hair, but she can't come in here
F*ck is this, I look in your eyes and I see fear
You ain't stand a chance around here bitch I barely did
You ain't stand a chance around here bitch I barley did
No fear in me, I body him and then body beats
I bought a beat and then bodied it, feel like Roddy Ricch, I'm in the bacc seat
Double C chanel don't C these others
Double C the spellin when i'm textin my brudda
Caught Satan in a veil tryna be my lover
I can't go, i'm a 10, I feel like mustard
No fear in me
I earned respect and did it properly
They envy me, I feel like calboy
I wrangle rappers up just like a cowboy, try not to make noise
I hate when rappers talk like they get paid boy
Gang goin state to state boy
This rap shit a game and you in last place boy
Say you wanna be a rapper, well lemme get right back to ya
I heard ya verse and it was trash ah, more like bassura, I see right through ya
Down bad on my last but had to make it flip
Got a hundred out the safe and then i got a zip
Tryna ball like Antetokounmpo breakin' legs and shit
I'm a young boy and I never could be broke again
I can't even sleep I'm rollin' round the bed
All these pills up in my head got me tastin death
I'm a fighter don't need Molly boy I take it there
I'm scrap em up regardless better stop and stare
I been Ballin like James Harden ain't no bricks in here
You smell like weed in here, we smoke in treesh in here
No you can't come in here, yeah we get up in here
Shorty just got new hair, but she can't come in here
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Down bad on my last but had to make it flip
Got a hundred out the safe and then i got a zip
Tryna ball like Antetokounmpo breakin' legs and shit
I'm a young boy and I never could be broke again
I can't even sleep I'm rollin' round the bed
All these pills up in my head got me tastin death
I'm a fighter don't need Molly boy I take it there
I'm scrap em up regardless better stop and stare
I been Ballin like James Harden ain't no bricks in here
You smell like weed in here, we smoke in treesh in here
No you can't come in here, yeah we get up in here
Shorty just got new hair, but she can't come in here
F*ck is this, I look in your eyes and I see fear
You ain't stand a chance around here bitch I barely did
You ain't stand a chance around here bitch I barley did
No fear in me, I body him and then body beats
I bought a beat and then bodied it, feel like Roddy Ricch, I'm in the bacc seat
Double C chanel don't C these others
Double C the spellin when i'm textin my brudda
Caught Satan in a veil tryna be my lover
I can't go, i'm a 10, I feel like mustard
No fear in me
I earned respect and did it properly
They envy me, I feel like calboy
I wrangle rappers up just like a cowboy, try not to make noise
I hate when rappers talk like they get paid boy
Gang goin state to state boy
This rap shit a game and you in last place boy
Say you wanna be a rapper, well lemme get right back to ya
I heard ya verse and it was trash ah, more like bassura, I see right through ya
Down bad on my last but had to make it flip
Got a hundred out the safe and then i got a zip
Tryna ball like Antetokounmpo breakin' legs and shit
I'm a young boy and I never could be broke again
I can't even sleep I'm rollin' round the bed
All these pills up in my head got me tastin death
I'm a fighter don't need Molly boy I take it there
I'm scrap em up regardless better stop and stare
I been Ballin like James Harden ain't no bricks in here
You smell like weed in here, we smoke in treesh in here
No you can't come in here, yeah we get up in here
Shorty just got new hair, but she can't come in here
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Writer: Nolan Hendrickson
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