Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Okay
Let that beat warm up
(Sheesh)
Bitch I ain't no gangsta
But I'm still a gangsta
I'll have my youngin pull up on you with lasers
It's goodbye forever ain't no see you later
His choppa gon' chomp you up just like a gator
Yeah just like a gator I eat up these haters
They doubt me so I'm grinding out like a skater
Jealousy and envy kick in when they see you got the paper
They try to be a nuisance, to you on, the route on to greater
So I just sip on my oolong and move on the day bruh
Name a nigga that can move on the cadence the same
Ain't nobody f*cking with me, bitch, who gon' debate it
I'm the hottest out it ain't gon' take too long to make it
Hot streak bitch who gonna break it
Melly gon' be an answer when they ask who was the greatest
(Hey hey)
Sac town ima put it on my back now
Ask round people know about my background
Pack clowns if they wanna start to act wild
Cash out, invest then cash out
Real estate, stocks, weed, cash cow
Sippin' on this Dom P won't black out
Switch it mix it with the Hennessy, I might pass out
Pop a ecstasy get energy, oh wait I'm back now
Back in high school they voted me as the class clown
On the way driving to the bank I bet they laugh now
200k, 300, half a ticket to a mil'
Ran it up and bought my momma a new house up in the hills
She don't, ever ever gotta worry bout no bills
My family gon' be rich for generations no deal
I ain't take it
Forreal
I ain't faking
Foreign wheels I ain't basic
More deals I'll be patient
Pop seals we'll be faded
More mills be created
So ill we the greatest
Free agents, yeah we'll just be slaving
For ourselves cause we legends in the making
F*ck whoever hating
You a pussy you a lame ain't no cake in
Yo pockets get outta pocket then we blazing
Please stay in yo lane and by the way yo music tried to play it
Took the CD out, ended up tryna break it
I can't lie I f*cking hate it
That shit trash, please stop making songs
My shit crack, I re-rock it I'm on
This fly shit got on
Rocking all this Yves Saint Laurent
Mix it with the Vlone Dior
Pink Gucci drawers
Heard it from yo team you a fraud
We getting success and you gotta see from afar
I will pop you with my team like it's C.O.D.
Making sure you getting hit with a steamin' ass rod
You thought yo ass could do this cause you sing at yo job
You pussies wanna be king but what's a king to a God
Bitch
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Okay
Let that beat warm up
(Sheesh)
Bitch I ain't no gangsta
But I'm still a gangsta
I'll have my youngin pull up on you with lasers
It's goodbye forever ain't no see you later
His choppa gon' chomp you up just like a gator
Yeah just like a gator I eat up these haters
They doubt me so I'm grinding out like a skater
Jealousy and envy kick in when they see you got the paper
They try to be a nuisance, to you on, the route on to greater
So I just sip on my oolong and move on the day bruh
Name a nigga that can move on the cadence the same
Ain't nobody f*cking with me, bitch, who gon' debate it
I'm the hottest out it ain't gon' take too long to make it
Hot streak bitch who gonna break it
Melly gon' be an answer when they ask who was the greatest
(Hey hey)
Sac town ima put it on my back now
Ask round people know about my background
Pack clowns if they wanna start to act wild
Cash out, invest then cash out
Real estate, stocks, weed, cash cow
Sippin' on this Dom P won't black out
Switch it mix it with the Hennessy, I might pass out
Pop a ecstasy get energy, oh wait I'm back now
Back in high school they voted me as the class clown
On the way driving to the bank I bet they laugh now
200k, 300, half a ticket to a mil'
Ran it up and bought my momma a new house up in the hills
She don't, ever ever gotta worry bout no bills
My family gon' be rich for generations no deal
I ain't take it
Forreal
I ain't faking
Foreign wheels I ain't basic
More deals I'll be patient
Pop seals we'll be faded
More mills be created
So ill we the greatest
Free agents, yeah we'll just be slaving
For ourselves cause we legends in the making
F*ck whoever hating
You a pussy you a lame ain't no cake in
Yo pockets get outta pocket then we blazing
Please stay in yo lane and by the way yo music tried to play it
Took the CD out, ended up tryna break it
I can't lie I f*cking hate it
That shit trash, please stop making songs
My shit crack, I re-rock it I'm on
This fly shit got on
Rocking all this Yves Saint Laurent
Mix it with the Vlone Dior
Pink Gucci drawers
Heard it from yo team you a fraud
We getting success and you gotta see from afar
I will pop you with my team like it's C.O.D.
Making sure you getting hit with a steamin' ass rod
You thought yo ass could do this cause you sing at yo job
You pussies wanna be king but what's a king to a God
Bitch
Okay
Let that beat warm up
(Sheesh)
Bitch I ain't no gangsta
But I'm still a gangsta
I'll have my youngin pull up on you with lasers
It's goodbye forever ain't no see you later
His choppa gon' chomp you up just like a gator
Yeah just like a gator I eat up these haters
They doubt me so I'm grinding out like a skater
Jealousy and envy kick in when they see you got the paper
They try to be a nuisance, to you on, the route on to greater
So I just sip on my oolong and move on the day bruh
Name a nigga that can move on the cadence the same
Ain't nobody f*cking with me, bitch, who gon' debate it
I'm the hottest out it ain't gon' take too long to make it
Hot streak bitch who gonna break it
Melly gon' be an answer when they ask who was the greatest
(Hey hey)
Sac town ima put it on my back now
Ask round people know about my background
Pack clowns if they wanna start to act wild
Cash out, invest then cash out
Real estate, stocks, weed, cash cow
Sippin' on this Dom P won't black out
Switch it mix it with the Hennessy, I might pass out
Pop a ecstasy get energy, oh wait I'm back now
Back in high school they voted me as the class clown
On the way driving to the bank I bet they laugh now
200k, 300, half a ticket to a mil'
Ran it up and bought my momma a new house up in the hills
She don't, ever ever gotta worry bout no bills
My family gon' be rich for generations no deal
I ain't take it
Forreal
I ain't faking
Foreign wheels I ain't basic
More deals I'll be patient
Pop seals we'll be faded
More mills be created
So ill we the greatest
Free agents, yeah we'll just be slaving
For ourselves cause we legends in the making
F*ck whoever hating
You a pussy you a lame ain't no cake in
Yo pockets get outta pocket then we blazing
Please stay in yo lane and by the way yo music tried to play it
Took the CD out, ended up tryna break it
I can't lie I f*cking hate it
That shit trash, please stop making songs
My shit crack, I re-rock it I'm on
This fly shit got on
Rocking all this Yves Saint Laurent
Mix it with the Vlone Dior
Pink Gucci drawers
Heard it from yo team you a fraud
We getting success and you gotta see from afar
I will pop you with my team like it's C.O.D.
Making sure you getting hit with a steamin' ass rod
You thought yo ass could do this cause you sing at yo job
You pussies wanna be king but what's a king to a God
Bitch
Writer: Armel Barajas
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid