Aye
Yea I mean
And I been counting all this green
Aye
Yea I mean
And I been counting all this green
Yuh yuh
Aye Flacko world yuh
Aye Flacko world yuh
Aye Flacko world yuh
Aye
Aye Flacko world yuh
Aye
Aye
Yeah I'm all abt progression
I've been learning lessons
Messed up way too many times
I need to count my blessings
Only big thrax boy that smoke will cave yo chest in
If the gang hit yo hoe then you I'm next in
I be making plays
Bitch I'm living dirty
I been really counting days
For my opps they worried
Ima put them in they place
Six 6 feet under
And I'm blind to the bull shit I feel like Stevie wonder
But I'll never trust a thottie
A Thottie
Before I do I'll catch a body
Catch A Body
I really pipe her like I'm Roddy
Living rowdy
Ion really gotta speak cuz my gas be loudly
Yea I'm rollin wit the family
I'm moving proudly
I could never trust these niggas cause they move slimy
Show that love to my face then talk shit behind me
It ain't really nun new boy these boys be
Grimmy
I've been making plays
Bitch my momma worried wipe the tears up out her face
Told her ima make it
Leave these niggas where they stay
And I gotta do it cuz I'm knowing that she pray
She knowing niggas hate
I'm smoking blunts up to the face
Yes to da face
We smoking backwoods everyday
All you niggas steady cappin stop that actin shit is lame
You boas ain't really in the field My niggas really makin plays
I'm solid ass nigga ask my moms I took the case
And I'm gone make it the end
Because I'm talkin thru these Bands
Bet that you boas don't Understand
That I be grindin to meet ends
Momma raised A paper chaser
Never blessed or got no favors
Im gone get it in regardless cuz Watch gas turn into paper
Niggas set up hate to see us
But some niggas gotta eat up
Take yo L and den bounce back Long ass you guarantee yo reup
Cuz us solid niggas rare long as You got that you gone be up
Niggas hating from a distance Cuz they really wanna be us
Aye I been makin plays
Bitch I'm goin crazy losin sleep Like everyday
Focused on the money yea I'm Busy gettin paid
But I smoked it up don't give a F*ck bout what you say
I'm knowin niggas hate I'm Smoking blunts up to the face
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Performed By: Villain
Language: English
Length: 2:48
Written by: JUNIOR BROWN, NAOMI SHOBA, NISVETA SLIJEPCEVIC, OVERIAN GORDON
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English
Aye
Yea I mean
And I been counting all this green
Aye
Yea I mean
And I been counting all this green
Yuh yuh
Aye Flacko world yuh
Aye Flacko world yuh
Aye Flacko world yuh
Aye
Aye Flacko world yuh
Aye
Aye
Yeah I'm all abt progression
I've been learning lessons
Messed up way too many times
I need to count my blessings
Only big thrax boy that smoke will cave yo chest in
If the gang hit yo hoe then you I'm next in
I be making plays
Bitch I'm living dirty
I been really counting days
For my opps they worried
Ima put them in they place
Six 6 feet under
And I'm blind to the bull shit I feel like Stevie wonder
But I'll never trust a thottie
A Thottie
Before I do I'll catch a body
Catch A Body
I really pipe her like I'm Roddy
Living rowdy
Ion really gotta speak cuz my gas be loudly
Yea I'm rollin wit the family
I'm moving proudly
I could never trust these niggas cause they move slimy
Show that love to my face then talk shit behind me
It ain't really nun new boy these boys be
Grimmy
I've been making plays
Bitch my momma worried wipe the tears up out her face
Told her ima make it
Leave these niggas where they stay
And I gotta do it cuz I'm knowing that she pray
She knowing niggas hate
I'm smoking blunts up to the face
Yes to da face
We smoking backwoods everyday
All you niggas steady cappin stop that actin shit is lame
You boas ain't really in the field My niggas really makin plays
I'm solid ass nigga ask my moms I took the case
And I'm gone make it the end
Because I'm talkin thru these Bands
Bet that you boas don't Understand
That I be grindin to meet ends
Momma raised A paper chaser
Never blessed or got no favors
Im gone get it in regardless cuz Watch gas turn into paper
Niggas set up hate to see us
But some niggas gotta eat up
Take yo L and den bounce back Long ass you guarantee yo reup
Cuz us solid niggas rare long as You got that you gone be up
Niggas hating from a distance Cuz they really wanna be us
Aye I been makin plays
Bitch I'm goin crazy losin sleep Like everyday
Focused on the money yea I'm Busy gettin paid
But I smoked it up don't give a F*ck bout what you say
I'm knowin niggas hate I'm Smoking blunts up to the face
Yea I mean
And I been counting all this green
Aye
Yea I mean
And I been counting all this green
Yuh yuh
Aye Flacko world yuh
Aye Flacko world yuh
Aye Flacko world yuh
Aye
Aye Flacko world yuh
Aye
Aye
Yeah I'm all abt progression
I've been learning lessons
Messed up way too many times
I need to count my blessings
Only big thrax boy that smoke will cave yo chest in
If the gang hit yo hoe then you I'm next in
I be making plays
Bitch I'm living dirty
I been really counting days
For my opps they worried
Ima put them in they place
Six 6 feet under
And I'm blind to the bull shit I feel like Stevie wonder
But I'll never trust a thottie
A Thottie
Before I do I'll catch a body
Catch A Body
I really pipe her like I'm Roddy
Living rowdy
Ion really gotta speak cuz my gas be loudly
Yea I'm rollin wit the family
I'm moving proudly
I could never trust these niggas cause they move slimy
Show that love to my face then talk shit behind me
It ain't really nun new boy these boys be
Grimmy
I've been making plays
Bitch my momma worried wipe the tears up out her face
Told her ima make it
Leave these niggas where they stay
And I gotta do it cuz I'm knowing that she pray
She knowing niggas hate
I'm smoking blunts up to the face
Yes to da face
We smoking backwoods everyday
All you niggas steady cappin stop that actin shit is lame
You boas ain't really in the field My niggas really makin plays
I'm solid ass nigga ask my moms I took the case
And I'm gone make it the end
Because I'm talkin thru these Bands
Bet that you boas don't Understand
That I be grindin to meet ends
Momma raised A paper chaser
Never blessed or got no favors
Im gone get it in regardless cuz Watch gas turn into paper
Niggas set up hate to see us
But some niggas gotta eat up
Take yo L and den bounce back Long ass you guarantee yo reup
Cuz us solid niggas rare long as You got that you gone be up
Niggas hating from a distance Cuz they really wanna be us
Aye I been makin plays
Bitch I'm goin crazy losin sleep Like everyday
Focused on the money yea I'm Busy gettin paid
But I smoked it up don't give a F*ck bout what you say
I'm knowin niggas hate I'm Smoking blunts up to the face
Writer: JUNIOR BROWN, NAOMI SHOBA, NISVETA SLIJEPCEVIC, OVERIAN GORDON
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave