How my life been it ain't clear
How my shit drive with no key
Reason why I'm living solo
All my boys we stay low key
To get the bag
Now I got the bag
Bitch I can not lag
Shawty wanna sit the front seat but she can't I got the mag
I got the mag 30
Mag 30s
You gone make me get my hands dirty
Hands dirty
Drive so fast I get the Benz blurry
Benz blurry
Bitch I shoot from deep
20 Feet
Got the 30 like I'm Curry with the Glock
Get em shot
Leave em wrapped up in some chalk
Ima star f*ck you thought
Took the Lambo out the lot for how she talk
Yeah it's sounding like she want me
I can never have a bitch trynna love me
All this money on my neck gotta leave it out to thaw ya
Life going crazy gotta leave it up to god ya
Started making moves now they pointing out my flaws ya
Like pipe down oh my god ya
I've been on my boss shit
Please don't talk assumptions
Hate when the circle starts to flake that's on some dumb shit
Now I gotta run shit
So step up out the function
Quit the 9 to 5 now I'm weighing money options
How my life been it ain't clear
How my shit drive with no key
Reason why I'm living solo
All my boys we stay low key
To get the bag
Now I got the bag
Bitch I can not lag
Shawty wanna sit the front seat but she can't I got the mag
I got the mag 30
Mag 30s
You gone make me get my hands dirty
Hands dirty
Hit 120 in the Mansory
Bugatti blurry
Bitch I shoot from deep
20 feet
Got the 30 like I'm Curry with the
Lights, camera, action
Ch ch ch ch ch they want my rations uh
Got no Loui no Designer all my self I'm fashioned yuh
How they got the Nike but no check
Like f*ck the check
Got the ice, 4th July up on our neck
And now it's blinding
Switch my voice so they can never find me
Bitch I gotta go cause its game over
Rolling red top in my Rover
Small circle I play Red Rover
F*ck a Jury
Time to fast its time to hurry
In a hurry ain't no hurry when I'm eyeing down my lane I'm insane yuh
I'm that animal that they can never ever tame yuh
Now they think I'm super f*cking Saiyan
The way I'm golden on my wrist the way I'm golden on my chains
AhhhWaoahhhh
Oooooowoahhhh
I got the mag 30
Mag 30s
You gone make me get my hands dirty
Hands dirty
Hit 120 in the Mansory
Bugatti blurry
Shoot my shot just like I'm Steph Curry
Steph Curry
Bitch
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How my life been it ain't clear
How my shit drive with no key
Reason why I'm living solo
All my boys we stay low key
To get the bag
Now I got the bag
Bitch I can not lag
Shawty wanna sit the front seat but she can't I got the mag
I got the mag 30
Mag 30s
You gone make me get my hands dirty
Hands dirty
Drive so fast I get the Benz blurry
Benz blurry
Bitch I shoot from deep
20 Feet
Got the 30 like I'm Curry with the Glock
Get em shot
Leave em wrapped up in some chalk
Ima star f*ck you thought
Took the Lambo out the lot for how she talk
Yeah it's sounding like she want me
I can never have a bitch trynna love me
All this money on my neck gotta leave it out to thaw ya
Life going crazy gotta leave it up to god ya
Started making moves now they pointing out my flaws ya
Like pipe down oh my god ya
I've been on my boss shit
Please don't talk assumptions
Hate when the circle starts to flake that's on some dumb shit
Now I gotta run shit
So step up out the function
Quit the 9 to 5 now I'm weighing money options
How my life been it ain't clear
How my shit drive with no key
Reason why I'm living solo
All my boys we stay low key
To get the bag
Now I got the bag
Bitch I can not lag
Shawty wanna sit the front seat but she can't I got the mag
I got the mag 30
Mag 30s
You gone make me get my hands dirty
Hands dirty
Hit 120 in the Mansory
Bugatti blurry
Bitch I shoot from deep
20 feet
Got the 30 like I'm Curry with the
Lights, camera, action
Ch ch ch ch ch they want my rations uh
Got no Loui no Designer all my self I'm fashioned yuh
How they got the Nike but no check
Like f*ck the check
Got the ice, 4th July up on our neck
And now it's blinding
Switch my voice so they can never find me
Bitch I gotta go cause its game over
Rolling red top in my Rover
Small circle I play Red Rover
F*ck a Jury
Time to fast its time to hurry
In a hurry ain't no hurry when I'm eyeing down my lane I'm insane yuh
I'm that animal that they can never ever tame yuh
Now they think I'm super f*cking Saiyan
The way I'm golden on my wrist the way I'm golden on my chains
AhhhWaoahhhh
Oooooowoahhhh
I got the mag 30
Mag 30s
You gone make me get my hands dirty
Hands dirty
Hit 120 in the Mansory
Bugatti blurry
Shoot my shot just like I'm Steph Curry
Steph Curry
Bitch
How my shit drive with no key
Reason why I'm living solo
All my boys we stay low key
To get the bag
Now I got the bag
Bitch I can not lag
Shawty wanna sit the front seat but she can't I got the mag
I got the mag 30
Mag 30s
You gone make me get my hands dirty
Hands dirty
Drive so fast I get the Benz blurry
Benz blurry
Bitch I shoot from deep
20 Feet
Got the 30 like I'm Curry with the Glock
Get em shot
Leave em wrapped up in some chalk
Ima star f*ck you thought
Took the Lambo out the lot for how she talk
Yeah it's sounding like she want me
I can never have a bitch trynna love me
All this money on my neck gotta leave it out to thaw ya
Life going crazy gotta leave it up to god ya
Started making moves now they pointing out my flaws ya
Like pipe down oh my god ya
I've been on my boss shit
Please don't talk assumptions
Hate when the circle starts to flake that's on some dumb shit
Now I gotta run shit
So step up out the function
Quit the 9 to 5 now I'm weighing money options
How my life been it ain't clear
How my shit drive with no key
Reason why I'm living solo
All my boys we stay low key
To get the bag
Now I got the bag
Bitch I can not lag
Shawty wanna sit the front seat but she can't I got the mag
I got the mag 30
Mag 30s
You gone make me get my hands dirty
Hands dirty
Hit 120 in the Mansory
Bugatti blurry
Bitch I shoot from deep
20 feet
Got the 30 like I'm Curry with the
Lights, camera, action
Ch ch ch ch ch they want my rations uh
Got no Loui no Designer all my self I'm fashioned yuh
How they got the Nike but no check
Like f*ck the check
Got the ice, 4th July up on our neck
And now it's blinding
Switch my voice so they can never find me
Bitch I gotta go cause its game over
Rolling red top in my Rover
Small circle I play Red Rover
F*ck a Jury
Time to fast its time to hurry
In a hurry ain't no hurry when I'm eyeing down my lane I'm insane yuh
I'm that animal that they can never ever tame yuh
Now they think I'm super f*cking Saiyan
The way I'm golden on my wrist the way I'm golden on my chains
AhhhWaoahhhh
Oooooowoahhhh
I got the mag 30
Mag 30s
You gone make me get my hands dirty
Hands dirty
Hit 120 in the Mansory
Bugatti blurry
Shoot my shot just like I'm Steph Curry
Steph Curry
Bitch
Writer: Samuel Brown, Youssef Elgendy
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid