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All I gotta do is lead (yea)
I was pasnt now king
I left my thrown an take leave (yea)
Now ima go fix the streets
Till a hittaa is desceased (yea)
Y'all not about to play me
Ima get it how it see
Hit up the homies. (Ay)
With trees
Then ima go an sepread love to the people
Spread my wings an fan it out like a segul
I like my women buy singles (1)
Don't do doubles like a pringles. (2)
Want u myself I'm da prequal
If u kool with me we I see you
I would rather have a preview
I smoke my dope an I go bout my business
I ain't too kool with no killaas
I try to bring out the positive
They tryna pull out them triggas
See we is two different people
Two Ls in my had
That's the bigger picture. (frame)
Roll up a cone an
I'm gone go missing. (dope)
SAB we the team woo

I got ounces ounces ounces ounces ounces ya ya I got ounces ounces ounces ounces ounces ya ya ya ya Watch me whip it and the kitchen Watch me whip it and the kitchen Watch me whip it and the kitchen finger licking no itching

She came in the room with those jeans

I told her bounce it back

All of these racks in my jeans

I can't count all of that

S.a.b baby the team

We working for all of that

Boy you ain't all of that

You weighed yo chain and got ounces back

We put out work and got numbers back

Diamonds so flashy cause heart attacks

I put the cash in a Gucci bag

You prolly stay where yo momma at

Yo momma said I should call her back

All about business we thought of a thought sheesh

This ain't no maybe

Lil Trap going crazy

We the new wave like the navy

All this sauce juh like gravy

Haven't been worrying lately

Jump on the flight n get brazy

All of this drip Issa dousey

All yo old tapes was flouseys

Pull out the cam its a movie

All you fakes finna lose me
I got ounces ounces ounces ounces ounces ya ya I got ounces ounces ounces ounces ounces ya ya ya ya Watch me whip it and the kitchen Watch me whip it and the kitchen Watch me whip it and the kitchen finger licking no itching
Repeat
Was bout a week it had got deep I had to be on my guard at my feet cuz up in the streets you got to eat I had to show them a trick up my sleeve can't be deceived in love with green run up on me and you catch a bean I got a piece it's making peace I hear 12 coming then I leave the scene chasing the bag chasing the back Brody pull up and you know where I'm at cuz I got the cash I'm making Stacks no Lego but the bricks all in my pants I got a bank make your girl faint number so high I could buy me a tank and I cannot wait wait for the thing have all of my brother's writing and range hold up girl what you is a what can't believe you would think I would just cuff it love it what in love with who run up on me and like Curry I shoot
I got the groove i got the moves dressed in all blue but you dont have a clue i got thw juice i got the juice i got juice i got the juice run up get burned lean not from earth i gotta switch turn ya block to the purge i put in work for things i earn i got a slot lay you up in the dirt i got the cash i making racks stunt on my ex leave that girl in the past i got the cash im making racks stunt on my ex leave that girl in the past

I got ounces ounces ounces ounces ounces ya ya I got ounces ounces ounces ounces ounces ya ya ya ya Watch me whip it and the kitchen Watch me whip it and the kitchen Watch me whip it and the kitchen finger licking no itching
Repeat
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English

All I gotta do is lead (yea)
I was pasnt now king
I left my thrown an take leave (yea)
Now ima go fix the streets
Till a hittaa is desceased (yea)
Y'all not about to play me
Ima get it how it see
Hit up the homies. (Ay)
With trees
Then ima go an sepread love to the people
Spread my wings an fan it out like a segul
I like my women buy singles (1)
Don't do doubles like a pringles. (2)
Want u myself I'm da prequal
If u kool with me we I see you
I would rather have a preview
I smoke my dope an I go bout my business
I ain't too kool with no killaas
I try to bring out the positive
They tryna pull out them triggas
See we is two different people
Two Ls in my had
That's the bigger picture. (frame)
Roll up a cone an
I'm gone go missing. (dope)
SAB we the team woo

I got ounces ounces ounces ounces ounces ya ya I got ounces ounces ounces ounces ounces ya ya ya ya Watch me whip it and the kitchen Watch me whip it and the kitchen Watch me whip it and the kitchen finger licking no itching

She came in the room with those jeans

I told her bounce it back

All of these racks in my jeans

I can't count all of that

S.a.b baby the team

We working for all of that

Boy you ain't all of that

You weighed yo chain and got ounces back

We put out work and got numbers back

Diamonds so flashy cause heart attacks

I put the cash in a Gucci bag

You prolly stay where yo momma at

Yo momma said I should call her back

All about business we thought of a thought sheesh

This ain't no maybe

Lil Trap going crazy

We the new wave like the navy

All this sauce juh like gravy

Haven't been worrying lately

Jump on the flight n get brazy

All of this drip Issa dousey

All yo old tapes was flouseys

Pull out the cam its a movie

All you fakes finna lose me
I got ounces ounces ounces ounces ounces ya ya I got ounces ounces ounces ounces ounces ya ya ya ya Watch me whip it and the kitchen Watch me whip it and the kitchen Watch me whip it and the kitchen finger licking no itching
Repeat
Was bout a week it had got deep I had to be on my guard at my feet cuz up in the streets you got to eat I had to show them a trick up my sleeve can't be deceived in love with green run up on me and you catch a bean I got a piece it's making peace I hear 12 coming then I leave the scene chasing the bag chasing the back Brody pull up and you know where I'm at cuz I got the cash I'm making Stacks no Lego but the bricks all in my pants I got a bank make your girl faint number so high I could buy me a tank and I cannot wait wait for the thing have all of my brother's writing and range hold up girl what you is a what can't believe you would think I would just cuff it love it what in love with who run up on me and like Curry I shoot
I got the groove i got the moves dressed in all blue but you dont have a clue i got thw juice i got the juice i got juice i got the juice run up get burned lean not from earth i gotta switch turn ya block to the purge i put in work for things i earn i got a slot lay you up in the dirt i got the cash i making racks stunt on my ex leave that girl in the past i got the cash im making racks stunt on my ex leave that girl in the past

I got ounces ounces ounces ounces ounces ya ya I got ounces ounces ounces ounces ounces ya ya ya ya Watch me whip it and the kitchen Watch me whip it and the kitchen Watch me whip it and the kitchen finger licking no itching
Repeat
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Writer: Aaron Morris, James Laramore, Russell Mouton, Shamar Bowe
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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