Like, hop in the track, kno we tryna Hop in the track, kno we tryna race
We some of the hottest niggas in the state They can't keep us out, we kickin' the gate
Oh he wanna chat, we kick his face Up the road then we hit the bank
He think he better, he gotta be laced That boy ain't a rapper, we gon' drop his rank
If he wanna get tough, we on that He got left on the floor like a doormat
Social media, nigga, get off that Don't got the key, we gon' pop where the door at
I need a drink, I'ma go to the store Hot in my city, I'm ready for war
Making some money, I need me some more
And Nasi with me, tryna kick in the door
You know I'm not cuffing, that girl is a whore She a thot, you know she a slore
Never alone, I'm coming with 4 Tryna blow up and go on a tour
You ain't making money, you gotta be bored Wake up in the morning, I pray to the Lord
Bread in my vision, that's money galore I'm outside, can't sit on the porch
I'm outside, I'm tryna get active been said, you know I'm not average
Keep it a hundred, so how, I be cappin' Niggas hating, just want em some static
My wrist, I need me a patek Y'all gay, niggas be faggots
Get on the E-Way, no we ain't crashing Run like a relay, niggas be dashing
Ride with my brothers even when I'm OT She a bop, B-O-P
AJ gon' shoot, Ginobli throw the assist I'm feeling like Tony
Y'all slime, y'all niggas be phony How you my brother, you don't even know me
In the car, you know that we 4 deep Been making money, just me and my homies
Go ahead and shake that shit Ay, ay, watch how I break that shit
In the car, we fast, we do the dash We cruisin' to our hits
AJ got the mask, Shawn hit the gas That's how you know we lit
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Like, hop in the track, kno we tryna Hop in the track, kno we tryna race
We some of the hottest niggas in the state They can't keep us out, we kickin' the gate
Oh he wanna chat, we kick his face Up the road then we hit the bank
He think he better, he gotta be laced That boy ain't a rapper, we gon' drop his rank
If he wanna get tough, we on that He got left on the floor like a doormat
Social media, nigga, get off that Don't got the key, we gon' pop where the door at
I need a drink, I'ma go to the store Hot in my city, I'm ready for war
Making some money, I need me some more
And Nasi with me, tryna kick in the door
You know I'm not cuffing, that girl is a whore She a thot, you know she a slore
Never alone, I'm coming with 4 Tryna blow up and go on a tour
You ain't making money, you gotta be bored Wake up in the morning, I pray to the Lord
Bread in my vision, that's money galore I'm outside, can't sit on the porch
I'm outside, I'm tryna get active been said, you know I'm not average
Keep it a hundred, so how, I be cappin' Niggas hating, just want em some static
My wrist, I need me a patek Y'all gay, niggas be faggots
Get on the E-Way, no we ain't crashing Run like a relay, niggas be dashing
Ride with my brothers even when I'm OT She a bop, B-O-P
AJ gon' shoot, Ginobli throw the assist I'm feeling like Tony
Y'all slime, y'all niggas be phony How you my brother, you don't even know me
In the car, you know that we 4 deep Been making money, just me and my homies
Go ahead and shake that shit Ay, ay, watch how I break that shit
In the car, we fast, we do the dash We cruisin' to our hits
AJ got the mask, Shawn hit the gas That's how you know we lit
We some of the hottest niggas in the state They can't keep us out, we kickin' the gate
Oh he wanna chat, we kick his face Up the road then we hit the bank
He think he better, he gotta be laced That boy ain't a rapper, we gon' drop his rank
If he wanna get tough, we on that He got left on the floor like a doormat
Social media, nigga, get off that Don't got the key, we gon' pop where the door at
I need a drink, I'ma go to the store Hot in my city, I'm ready for war
Making some money, I need me some more
And Nasi with me, tryna kick in the door
You know I'm not cuffing, that girl is a whore She a thot, you know she a slore
Never alone, I'm coming with 4 Tryna blow up and go on a tour
You ain't making money, you gotta be bored Wake up in the morning, I pray to the Lord
Bread in my vision, that's money galore I'm outside, can't sit on the porch
I'm outside, I'm tryna get active been said, you know I'm not average
Keep it a hundred, so how, I be cappin' Niggas hating, just want em some static
My wrist, I need me a patek Y'all gay, niggas be faggots
Get on the E-Way, no we ain't crashing Run like a relay, niggas be dashing
Ride with my brothers even when I'm OT She a bop, B-O-P
AJ gon' shoot, Ginobli throw the assist I'm feeling like Tony
Y'all slime, y'all niggas be phony How you my brother, you don't even know me
In the car, you know that we 4 deep Been making money, just me and my homies
Go ahead and shake that shit Ay, ay, watch how I break that shit
In the car, we fast, we do the dash We cruisin' to our hits
AJ got the mask, Shawn hit the gas That's how you know we lit
Writer: J L
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