Jump in the booth
I'ma hop right in
I'ma be geeked when I see me a ten
That nigga he geekin'
He talkin' 'bout he bouta spin
Big dog on the block
I need a percent
The shit that I'm rappin' is not for pretend
You askin' for handouts it don't make sense
I'm smoking exotic, you smell the stench
Had to get my weight up fell in love with the bench
Got a lot on my plate
I'm crushing it
I'm cooking up heat
Better pass me the oven mitt
I'ma get my percent
You can call me the government
If I get me a pole
I'm clutching it
I give bro the piece
Yeah, he flippin' and bussin' it
Taking over the game
We the niggas that's runnin' it
I'm on the chase for the money
I'm huntin'
I'm talking my shit
Yeah, I kick it and punt it
I'm not gon stop till I run up a hundred
F*ck y'all niggas is sleep or sumn
A lot you niggas is sweet like honey
This beat got me talking my shit like a priest or sumn
That nigga Trent turned to a beast or sumn
Stop all the questions
Just give me my money
Been stuck in the stu
A young nigga been hungry
Freestyle on the beat
And this shit sound lovely
Plug was trippin'
Sent his ass out the country
I'm going up
Now the bitches they love me
Been putting in work
Nah, a nigga ain't lucky
Fat 3.5 in my sheet
My shit lookin' stuffy
That nigga he tweakin'
He think he above me
Now there when I'm down
But they here when it's sunny
One wrong move
This shit get unchy
I'm killing shit
Damn, I feel like Bundy
Jump in the booth
I'ma hop right in
I'ma be geeked when I see me a ten
That nigga he geekin'
He talkin' 'bout he bouta spin
Big dog on the block
I need a percent
The shit that I'm rappin' is not for pretend
You askin' for handouts it don't make sense
I'm smoking exotic, you smell the stench
Had to get my weight up fell in love with the bench
Got a lot on my plate
I'm crushing it
I'm cooking up heat
Better pass me the oven mitt
I'ma get my percent
You can call me the government
If I get me a pole
I'm clutching it
I give bro the piece
Yeah, he flippin' and bussin' it
Taking over the game
We the niggas that's runnin' it
I'm on the chase for the money
I'm huntin'
I'm talking my shit
Yeah, I kick it and punt it
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Jump in the booth
I'ma hop right in
I'ma be geeked when I see me a ten
That nigga he geekin'
He talkin' 'bout he bouta spin
Big dog on the block
I need a percent
The shit that I'm rappin' is not for pretend
You askin' for handouts it don't make sense
I'm smoking exotic, you smell the stench
Had to get my weight up fell in love with the bench
Got a lot on my plate
I'm crushing it
I'm cooking up heat
Better pass me the oven mitt
I'ma get my percent
You can call me the government
If I get me a pole
I'm clutching it
I give bro the piece
Yeah, he flippin' and bussin' it
Taking over the game
We the niggas that's runnin' it
I'm on the chase for the money
I'm huntin'
I'm talking my shit
Yeah, I kick it and punt it
I'm not gon stop till I run up a hundred
F*ck y'all niggas is sleep or sumn
A lot you niggas is sweet like honey
This beat got me talking my shit like a priest or sumn
That nigga Trent turned to a beast or sumn
Stop all the questions
Just give me my money
Been stuck in the stu
A young nigga been hungry
Freestyle on the beat
And this shit sound lovely
Plug was trippin'
Sent his ass out the country
I'm going up
Now the bitches they love me
Been putting in work
Nah, a nigga ain't lucky
Fat 3.5 in my sheet
My shit lookin' stuffy
That nigga he tweakin'
He think he above me
Now there when I'm down
But they here when it's sunny
One wrong move
This shit get unchy
I'm killing shit
Damn, I feel like Bundy
Jump in the booth
I'ma hop right in
I'ma be geeked when I see me a ten
That nigga he geekin'
He talkin' 'bout he bouta spin
Big dog on the block
I need a percent
The shit that I'm rappin' is not for pretend
You askin' for handouts it don't make sense
I'm smoking exotic, you smell the stench
Had to get my weight up fell in love with the bench
Got a lot on my plate
I'm crushing it
I'm cooking up heat
Better pass me the oven mitt
I'ma get my percent
You can call me the government
If I get me a pole
I'm clutching it
I give bro the piece
Yeah, he flippin' and bussin' it
Taking over the game
We the niggas that's runnin' it
I'm on the chase for the money
I'm huntin'
I'm talking my shit
Yeah, I kick it and punt it
I'ma hop right in
I'ma be geeked when I see me a ten
That nigga he geekin'
He talkin' 'bout he bouta spin
Big dog on the block
I need a percent
The shit that I'm rappin' is not for pretend
You askin' for handouts it don't make sense
I'm smoking exotic, you smell the stench
Had to get my weight up fell in love with the bench
Got a lot on my plate
I'm crushing it
I'm cooking up heat
Better pass me the oven mitt
I'ma get my percent
You can call me the government
If I get me a pole
I'm clutching it
I give bro the piece
Yeah, he flippin' and bussin' it
Taking over the game
We the niggas that's runnin' it
I'm on the chase for the money
I'm huntin'
I'm talking my shit
Yeah, I kick it and punt it
I'm not gon stop till I run up a hundred
F*ck y'all niggas is sleep or sumn
A lot you niggas is sweet like honey
This beat got me talking my shit like a priest or sumn
That nigga Trent turned to a beast or sumn
Stop all the questions
Just give me my money
Been stuck in the stu
A young nigga been hungry
Freestyle on the beat
And this shit sound lovely
Plug was trippin'
Sent his ass out the country
I'm going up
Now the bitches they love me
Been putting in work
Nah, a nigga ain't lucky
Fat 3.5 in my sheet
My shit lookin' stuffy
That nigga he tweakin'
He think he above me
Now there when I'm down
But they here when it's sunny
One wrong move
This shit get unchy
I'm killing shit
Damn, I feel like Bundy
Jump in the booth
I'ma hop right in
I'ma be geeked when I see me a ten
That nigga he geekin'
He talkin' 'bout he bouta spin
Big dog on the block
I need a percent
The shit that I'm rappin' is not for pretend
You askin' for handouts it don't make sense
I'm smoking exotic, you smell the stench
Had to get my weight up fell in love with the bench
Got a lot on my plate
I'm crushing it
I'm cooking up heat
Better pass me the oven mitt
I'ma get my percent
You can call me the government
If I get me a pole
I'm clutching it
I give bro the piece
Yeah, he flippin' and bussin' it
Taking over the game
We the niggas that's runnin' it
I'm on the chase for the money
I'm huntin'
I'm talking my shit
Yeah, I kick it and punt it
Writer: Trenton Talley
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