Why they ain't believe in da kid
I been makin' plays in that field
And I'm makin' plays, NFL
And it's free all of my niggas in that cell
Gang finna push up don't interfere
Finna hit that boy up and leave em there
His hoe pullin' up to the evil lair
Beat the buns while I flex up in the mirror
Me and my twin sippin' syrup
Rollup a opp in this moonrock
Dummy got popped with a G-Lock
Trackhawk Jeep, skrrt off the lot
Be like me, tryna be like moi
Chop go BEE, send him to allah
Drop big bags in the mall
Go get back for yo dawg
Me and my twin sippin' syrup
Rollup a opp in this moonrock
Dummy got popped with a G-Lock
Trackhawk Jeep, skrrt off the lot
Be like me, tryna be like moi
Chop go BEE, send him to allah
Drop big bags in the mall
Go get back for yo dawg
F*ck the feds steady tryna book me
Muha steady tryna whop me
Too fried that shit tryna cook me
New ride whippin' in a bentley
You die talkin' on my family
Send mad shots at yo Camry
Leave a opp flat just like Stanley, yah
Jackin' that I'm broke, yah
What the f*ck you mean, yah
Gang gon' flip that V
Walk down with a beam
Ima take his hoe, yo
All up in her spleen, yea
Keep it on the low, yo
Turn her to a fein, yea
Me and my twin sippin' syrup
Rollup a opp in this moonrock
Dummy got popped with a G-Lock
Trackhawk Jeep, skrrt off the lot
Be like me, tryna be like moi
Chop go BEE, send him to allah
Drop big bags in the mall
Go get back for yo dawg
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Why they ain't believe in da kid
I been makin' plays in that field
And I'm makin' plays, NFL
And it's free all of my niggas in that cell
Gang finna push up don't interfere
Finna hit that boy up and leave em there
His hoe pullin' up to the evil lair
Beat the buns while I flex up in the mirror
Me and my twin sippin' syrup
Rollup a opp in this moonrock
Dummy got popped with a G-Lock
Trackhawk Jeep, skrrt off the lot
Be like me, tryna be like moi
Chop go BEE, send him to allah
Drop big bags in the mall
Go get back for yo dawg
Me and my twin sippin' syrup
Rollup a opp in this moonrock
Dummy got popped with a G-Lock
Trackhawk Jeep, skrrt off the lot
Be like me, tryna be like moi
Chop go BEE, send him to allah
Drop big bags in the mall
Go get back for yo dawg
F*ck the feds steady tryna book me
Muha steady tryna whop me
Too fried that shit tryna cook me
New ride whippin' in a bentley
You die talkin' on my family
Send mad shots at yo Camry
Leave a opp flat just like Stanley, yah
Jackin' that I'm broke, yah
What the f*ck you mean, yah
Gang gon' flip that V
Walk down with a beam
Ima take his hoe, yo
All up in her spleen, yea
Keep it on the low, yo
Turn her to a fein, yea
Me and my twin sippin' syrup
Rollup a opp in this moonrock
Dummy got popped with a G-Lock
Trackhawk Jeep, skrrt off the lot
Be like me, tryna be like moi
Chop go BEE, send him to allah
Drop big bags in the mall
Go get back for yo dawg
I been makin' plays in that field
And I'm makin' plays, NFL
And it's free all of my niggas in that cell
Gang finna push up don't interfere
Finna hit that boy up and leave em there
His hoe pullin' up to the evil lair
Beat the buns while I flex up in the mirror
Me and my twin sippin' syrup
Rollup a opp in this moonrock
Dummy got popped with a G-Lock
Trackhawk Jeep, skrrt off the lot
Be like me, tryna be like moi
Chop go BEE, send him to allah
Drop big bags in the mall
Go get back for yo dawg
Me and my twin sippin' syrup
Rollup a opp in this moonrock
Dummy got popped with a G-Lock
Trackhawk Jeep, skrrt off the lot
Be like me, tryna be like moi
Chop go BEE, send him to allah
Drop big bags in the mall
Go get back for yo dawg
F*ck the feds steady tryna book me
Muha steady tryna whop me
Too fried that shit tryna cook me
New ride whippin' in a bentley
You die talkin' on my family
Send mad shots at yo Camry
Leave a opp flat just like Stanley, yah
Jackin' that I'm broke, yah
What the f*ck you mean, yah
Gang gon' flip that V
Walk down with a beam
Ima take his hoe, yo
All up in her spleen, yea
Keep it on the low, yo
Turn her to a fein, yea
Me and my twin sippin' syrup
Rollup a opp in this moonrock
Dummy got popped with a G-Lock
Trackhawk Jeep, skrrt off the lot
Be like me, tryna be like moi
Chop go BEE, send him to allah
Drop big bags in the mall
Go get back for yo dawg
Writer: Kingston P
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