(180)
I've been on my run, but I ain't end up missing
(End up missing)
I've been on my grind, like perfect attendance
(Perfect attendance)
If you don't know what's in my bag, can't speak on business
(Can't speak on business)
They ain't seeing how I'm moving, it be no witness
(Nope)
Can't slow down, 180's lit
Young and turnt, can't hang with the kid
Young and turnt, since I was a kid
Light up the track, cuz I hit up the kid
Got that fye, and I know what it is
We getting them ones, that really are tens
You already know I'm doing it big
If I hit a reverse, I'll do it again
Do this for my city, cuz I'm working on the come up (Yeah)
I hustle when the sun is down, also when the sun up
We pushing P's, them niggas pushing peons, y'all ain't Gunna
(Y'all ain't Gunna)
I'm a money chaser, you're a statement writer, don't you run up
(Don't)
Don't you run up
That nigga put that gun up
He tried to set me up, they told me"Hey now, I don't trust em"
(Uh uh)
But they all up in my feed
Tryna play with me
I pull up, knock that nigga out like Creed
(Uh Uh, Yeah, uh)
Tryna make a boss move
Nigga selling dog food
She a crack hoe, junky bitch
She sniffing on that shit
I've been telling you come get it
I ain't never been no bitch
I'll always pull that trigger
I ain't scared to let it rip
Green like the acres (Yeah)
I'm getting that money, I'm getting that cake
Look down below
My drip so flooded, it's deep like the lake
X-ray vision
I see all the real and I see all the fake
Back in the lab
I'm cooking it up and I'm whipping a plate
They think it's a joke
I'm pulling them cards, I'm really the Ace
And we come and do it
The police can't find it, ain't leaving no trace
We throwing up skis
Can't see no face, and leave no trace (Nope)
If they get behind
Imma hit on that gas, bitch, I'm doing the race (Skrrt)
New opp in the air
I roll it up, I put that bitch to the fate
I'm from the block, I'm from the brick
I'm from the muhf*ckin A
Can't talk about the opps
Them niggas pussy, they running, they talk to the J's
Can't talk about the opps
Them niggas pussy, they running, they talk to them- (Yeah)
They wanna diss the gang
I'll pull up and we tell his ass to shut up
I know that nigga mad
He tweaking out, that face is getting redder
And she say I hit it better
Cuz you know I make it wetter
And we hop up out them trucks
F*ck a glock, we brought Berettas
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(180)
I've been on my run, but I ain't end up missing
(End up missing)
I've been on my grind, like perfect attendance
(Perfect attendance)
If you don't know what's in my bag, can't speak on business
(Can't speak on business)
They ain't seeing how I'm moving, it be no witness
(Nope)
Can't slow down, 180's lit
Young and turnt, can't hang with the kid
Young and turnt, since I was a kid
Light up the track, cuz I hit up the kid
Got that fye, and I know what it is
We getting them ones, that really are tens
You already know I'm doing it big
If I hit a reverse, I'll do it again
Do this for my city, cuz I'm working on the come up (Yeah)
I hustle when the sun is down, also when the sun up
We pushing P's, them niggas pushing peons, y'all ain't Gunna
(Y'all ain't Gunna)
I'm a money chaser, you're a statement writer, don't you run up
(Don't)
Don't you run up
That nigga put that gun up
He tried to set me up, they told me"Hey now, I don't trust em"
(Uh uh)
But they all up in my feed
Tryna play with me
I pull up, knock that nigga out like Creed
(Uh Uh, Yeah, uh)
Tryna make a boss move
Nigga selling dog food
She a crack hoe, junky bitch
She sniffing on that shit
I've been telling you come get it
I ain't never been no bitch
I'll always pull that trigger
I ain't scared to let it rip
Green like the acres (Yeah)
I'm getting that money, I'm getting that cake
Look down below
My drip so flooded, it's deep like the lake
X-ray vision
I see all the real and I see all the fake
Back in the lab
I'm cooking it up and I'm whipping a plate
They think it's a joke
I'm pulling them cards, I'm really the Ace
And we come and do it
The police can't find it, ain't leaving no trace
We throwing up skis
Can't see no face, and leave no trace (Nope)
If they get behind
Imma hit on that gas, bitch, I'm doing the race (Skrrt)
New opp in the air
I roll it up, I put that bitch to the fate
I'm from the block, I'm from the brick
I'm from the muhf*ckin A
Can't talk about the opps
Them niggas pussy, they running, they talk to the J's
Can't talk about the opps
Them niggas pussy, they running, they talk to them- (Yeah)
They wanna diss the gang
I'll pull up and we tell his ass to shut up
I know that nigga mad
He tweaking out, that face is getting redder
And she say I hit it better
Cuz you know I make it wetter
And we hop up out them trucks
F*ck a glock, we brought Berettas
I've been on my run, but I ain't end up missing
(End up missing)
I've been on my grind, like perfect attendance
(Perfect attendance)
If you don't know what's in my bag, can't speak on business
(Can't speak on business)
They ain't seeing how I'm moving, it be no witness
(Nope)
Can't slow down, 180's lit
Young and turnt, can't hang with the kid
Young and turnt, since I was a kid
Light up the track, cuz I hit up the kid
Got that fye, and I know what it is
We getting them ones, that really are tens
You already know I'm doing it big
If I hit a reverse, I'll do it again
Do this for my city, cuz I'm working on the come up (Yeah)
I hustle when the sun is down, also when the sun up
We pushing P's, them niggas pushing peons, y'all ain't Gunna
(Y'all ain't Gunna)
I'm a money chaser, you're a statement writer, don't you run up
(Don't)
Don't you run up
That nigga put that gun up
He tried to set me up, they told me"Hey now, I don't trust em"
(Uh uh)
But they all up in my feed
Tryna play with me
I pull up, knock that nigga out like Creed
(Uh Uh, Yeah, uh)
Tryna make a boss move
Nigga selling dog food
She a crack hoe, junky bitch
She sniffing on that shit
I've been telling you come get it
I ain't never been no bitch
I'll always pull that trigger
I ain't scared to let it rip
Green like the acres (Yeah)
I'm getting that money, I'm getting that cake
Look down below
My drip so flooded, it's deep like the lake
X-ray vision
I see all the real and I see all the fake
Back in the lab
I'm cooking it up and I'm whipping a plate
They think it's a joke
I'm pulling them cards, I'm really the Ace
And we come and do it
The police can't find it, ain't leaving no trace
We throwing up skis
Can't see no face, and leave no trace (Nope)
If they get behind
Imma hit on that gas, bitch, I'm doing the race (Skrrt)
New opp in the air
I roll it up, I put that bitch to the fate
I'm from the block, I'm from the brick
I'm from the muhf*ckin A
Can't talk about the opps
Them niggas pussy, they running, they talk to the J's
Can't talk about the opps
Them niggas pussy, they running, they talk to them- (Yeah)
They wanna diss the gang
I'll pull up and we tell his ass to shut up
I know that nigga mad
He tweaking out, that face is getting redder
And she say I hit it better
Cuz you know I make it wetter
And we hop up out them trucks
F*ck a glock, we brought Berettas
Writer: Skye Parker, Jamir B
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid