Will
Eyght Degree shit nigga, RX
Too cold
Man these VonOff1700 beats got me in a chokehold on God
(Shit bout to be hard)
Ion even know what Imma say right here but..
Probably not much
Will, go
They know that I'm from Indy
But I grew up round the foxes Ian come from out the south know you can tell by how I'm talking
Seen her lurking on my snap now she want dick these bitches stalking
Niggas hating cause I'm sick and I got chicken in my pocks,
I can't wait till this shit blow they got me putting on my watch
Niggas know not to give Willy T that key this shit gon lock
Rolling woods when I'm with Ken they had me smoking on that block yea,
In the trap they had me smoking on that block (lets go) we put shit in box, bird you won't see this car
They been sleeping on my words until I push up set the bar, but Ian sitting on no bench (huh)
You know I'm a star I'm fixing shit without no wrench
And my mama going through it needed help to pay that rent
I been smashing up my mic on all these beats and left a dent
Damn
Shit don't make no sense but I make dollars smoking za man you can tell just by my scent
I mix nations, shit for real by every track that I done spint
Ouu
Pockets got some lint because my bank filled up with cash f*ck it, I know niggas banging
Thata get up on yo ass, niggas lazy go get you a bag and get up off yo ass
I hate bitches that be pretty but be broke, can't get a pass cause they be leeching (uh)
I just got up on the mic start preying like I'm preaching (uh)
Im a predator up in my section y'all boy tweaking (go)
Know I'm bout to blow all the attention I been seeking
NIGGAS WATCH ME ON THE LOW BUT WONT SHOW LOVE I SEE YOU PEEKING
Hating ahh nigga
Peeping Tom ahh niggas
Snapping on beats and these niggas cant handle it
Eyght Degree shit bitch
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Will
Eyght Degree shit nigga, RX
Too cold
Man these VonOff1700 beats got me in a chokehold on God
(Shit bout to be hard)
Ion even know what Imma say right here but..
Probably not much
Will, go
They know that I'm from Indy
But I grew up round the foxes Ian come from out the south know you can tell by how I'm talking
Seen her lurking on my snap now she want dick these bitches stalking
Niggas hating cause I'm sick and I got chicken in my pocks,
I can't wait till this shit blow they got me putting on my watch
Niggas know not to give Willy T that key this shit gon lock
Rolling woods when I'm with Ken they had me smoking on that block yea,
In the trap they had me smoking on that block (lets go) we put shit in box, bird you won't see this car
They been sleeping on my words until I push up set the bar, but Ian sitting on no bench (huh)
You know I'm a star I'm fixing shit without no wrench
And my mama going through it needed help to pay that rent
I been smashing up my mic on all these beats and left a dent
Damn
Shit don't make no sense but I make dollars smoking za man you can tell just by my scent
I mix nations, shit for real by every track that I done spint
Ouu
Pockets got some lint because my bank filled up with cash f*ck it, I know niggas banging
Thata get up on yo ass, niggas lazy go get you a bag and get up off yo ass
I hate bitches that be pretty but be broke, can't get a pass cause they be leeching (uh)
I just got up on the mic start preying like I'm preaching (uh)
Im a predator up in my section y'all boy tweaking (go)
Know I'm bout to blow all the attention I been seeking
NIGGAS WATCH ME ON THE LOW BUT WONT SHOW LOVE I SEE YOU PEEKING
Hating ahh nigga
Peeping Tom ahh niggas
Snapping on beats and these niggas cant handle it
Eyght Degree shit bitch
Eyght Degree shit nigga, RX
Too cold
Man these VonOff1700 beats got me in a chokehold on God
(Shit bout to be hard)
Ion even know what Imma say right here but..
Probably not much
Will, go
They know that I'm from Indy
But I grew up round the foxes Ian come from out the south know you can tell by how I'm talking
Seen her lurking on my snap now she want dick these bitches stalking
Niggas hating cause I'm sick and I got chicken in my pocks,
I can't wait till this shit blow they got me putting on my watch
Niggas know not to give Willy T that key this shit gon lock
Rolling woods when I'm with Ken they had me smoking on that block yea,
In the trap they had me smoking on that block (lets go) we put shit in box, bird you won't see this car
They been sleeping on my words until I push up set the bar, but Ian sitting on no bench (huh)
You know I'm a star I'm fixing shit without no wrench
And my mama going through it needed help to pay that rent
I been smashing up my mic on all these beats and left a dent
Damn
Shit don't make no sense but I make dollars smoking za man you can tell just by my scent
I mix nations, shit for real by every track that I done spint
Ouu
Pockets got some lint because my bank filled up with cash f*ck it, I know niggas banging
Thata get up on yo ass, niggas lazy go get you a bag and get up off yo ass
I hate bitches that be pretty but be broke, can't get a pass cause they be leeching (uh)
I just got up on the mic start preying like I'm preaching (uh)
Im a predator up in my section y'all boy tweaking (go)
Know I'm bout to blow all the attention I been seeking
NIGGAS WATCH ME ON THE LOW BUT WONT SHOW LOVE I SEE YOU PEEKING
Hating ahh nigga
Peeping Tom ahh niggas
Snapping on beats and these niggas cant handle it
Eyght Degree shit bitch
Writer: Tristan Wilson
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