Thought I stopped but I'm back on the road
My pieces together I'm back on the stove
True religion, It ain't bout the clothes
I'm praying to god when I work on the boat
Fendi bubble, I'm just tryna float
My bitch on all fours, She callin' me goat
Double up, I'm back on the mission
Slide in the beamer, This shit competition
Heavy artillery, MONEY n VIM
Clear out the scenery, Callin' me him
I done hit every spot, I Just did a ten
Whippin' the dope then I'm whippin' the Benz
I don't just want you, I want you and your friends
She call me Big Geechi, She can't even pretend
Starlets, Threw Twenty thou in the wind
Wildin, f*cked on two twins with the wind
Stylin, I mix the blue with Amiri
The leather pink combo, Ya bitch think my fit is insane
Dolce Gabbana, I keep all my bitches in Prada
I'm in a whole nother lane
Chasing this pape put in steps for the doe
Watch where you steppin', Don't step on my toes
Designer on the feet or I'm steppin' in Jo's
We gon' trap this shit out, However it go
I reply when they say I got better, I know
This is my show, can't mess up my flow
Solid as a rock, pebble or stone
We gon' thug this shit out, However it go
We gon make it to the top, you never know
AMoneyGreen, Forever on go
2040 Big Geechi, Yea I rep with the bros
They ask where I go, I done left with the hoes
Thought I stopped but I'm back on the road
My pieces together I'm back on the stove
True religion, It ain't bout the clothes
I'm praying to god when I work on the boat
Fendi bubble, I'm just tryna float
My bitch on all fours, She callin' me goat
Double up, I'm back on the mission
Slide in the beamer, This shit competition
Heavy artillery, MONEY n VIM
Clear out the scenery, Callin' me him
I done hit every spot, I Just did a ten
Whippin' the dope then I'm whippin' the Benz
Heavy artillery, whippin' the Tesla
She wanna step with a stepper
Drip, come in and change up the weather
She say we different, her nigga pretender
Different from them, I'm a flexer, Spender
Still in the mix like a blender
Trappin' n Scammin' this chess, Not checkers
Workin' hard, I might be rich forever
Put that weight on my shoulders, won't let up
Yeah, they got what you need like a vendor
Seen their best and the truth is I'm better
Yeah, I'm still here, I'm applyin' that pressure like
Thought I stopped but I'm back on the road
My pieces together I'm back on the stove
True religion, It ain't bout the clothes
I'm praying to god when I work on the boat
Fendi bubble, I'm just tryna float
My bitch on all fours, She callin' me goat
Double up, I'm back on the mission
Slide in the beamer, This shit competition
Heavy artillery, MONEY n VIM
Clear out the scenery, Callin' me him
I done hit every spot, I Just did a ten
Whippin' the dope then I'm whippin' the Benz
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Thought I stopped but I'm back on the road
My pieces together I'm back on the stove
True religion, It ain't bout the clothes
I'm praying to god when I work on the boat
Fendi bubble, I'm just tryna float
My bitch on all fours, She callin' me goat
Double up, I'm back on the mission
Slide in the beamer, This shit competition
Heavy artillery, MONEY n VIM
Clear out the scenery, Callin' me him
I done hit every spot, I Just did a ten
Whippin' the dope then I'm whippin' the Benz
I don't just want you, I want you and your friends
She call me Big Geechi, She can't even pretend
Starlets, Threw Twenty thou in the wind
Wildin, f*cked on two twins with the wind
Stylin, I mix the blue with Amiri
The leather pink combo, Ya bitch think my fit is insane
Dolce Gabbana, I keep all my bitches in Prada
I'm in a whole nother lane
Chasing this pape put in steps for the doe
Watch where you steppin', Don't step on my toes
Designer on the feet or I'm steppin' in Jo's
We gon' trap this shit out, However it go
I reply when they say I got better, I know
This is my show, can't mess up my flow
Solid as a rock, pebble or stone
We gon' thug this shit out, However it go
We gon make it to the top, you never know
AMoneyGreen, Forever on go
2040 Big Geechi, Yea I rep with the bros
They ask where I go, I done left with the hoes
Thought I stopped but I'm back on the road
My pieces together I'm back on the stove
True religion, It ain't bout the clothes
I'm praying to god when I work on the boat
Fendi bubble, I'm just tryna float
My bitch on all fours, She callin' me goat
Double up, I'm back on the mission
Slide in the beamer, This shit competition
Heavy artillery, MONEY n VIM
Clear out the scenery, Callin' me him
I done hit every spot, I Just did a ten
Whippin' the dope then I'm whippin' the Benz
Heavy artillery, whippin' the Tesla
She wanna step with a stepper
Drip, come in and change up the weather
She say we different, her nigga pretender
Different from them, I'm a flexer, Spender
Still in the mix like a blender
Trappin' n Scammin' this chess, Not checkers
Workin' hard, I might be rich forever
Put that weight on my shoulders, won't let up
Yeah, they got what you need like a vendor
Seen their best and the truth is I'm better
Yeah, I'm still here, I'm applyin' that pressure like
Thought I stopped but I'm back on the road
My pieces together I'm back on the stove
True religion, It ain't bout the clothes
I'm praying to god when I work on the boat
Fendi bubble, I'm just tryna float
My bitch on all fours, She callin' me goat
Double up, I'm back on the mission
Slide in the beamer, This shit competition
Heavy artillery, MONEY n VIM
Clear out the scenery, Callin' me him
I done hit every spot, I Just did a ten
Whippin' the dope then I'm whippin' the Benz
My pieces together I'm back on the stove
True religion, It ain't bout the clothes
I'm praying to god when I work on the boat
Fendi bubble, I'm just tryna float
My bitch on all fours, She callin' me goat
Double up, I'm back on the mission
Slide in the beamer, This shit competition
Heavy artillery, MONEY n VIM
Clear out the scenery, Callin' me him
I done hit every spot, I Just did a ten
Whippin' the dope then I'm whippin' the Benz
I don't just want you, I want you and your friends
She call me Big Geechi, She can't even pretend
Starlets, Threw Twenty thou in the wind
Wildin, f*cked on two twins with the wind
Stylin, I mix the blue with Amiri
The leather pink combo, Ya bitch think my fit is insane
Dolce Gabbana, I keep all my bitches in Prada
I'm in a whole nother lane
Chasing this pape put in steps for the doe
Watch where you steppin', Don't step on my toes
Designer on the feet or I'm steppin' in Jo's
We gon' trap this shit out, However it go
I reply when they say I got better, I know
This is my show, can't mess up my flow
Solid as a rock, pebble or stone
We gon' thug this shit out, However it go
We gon make it to the top, you never know
AMoneyGreen, Forever on go
2040 Big Geechi, Yea I rep with the bros
They ask where I go, I done left with the hoes
Thought I stopped but I'm back on the road
My pieces together I'm back on the stove
True religion, It ain't bout the clothes
I'm praying to god when I work on the boat
Fendi bubble, I'm just tryna float
My bitch on all fours, She callin' me goat
Double up, I'm back on the mission
Slide in the beamer, This shit competition
Heavy artillery, MONEY n VIM
Clear out the scenery, Callin' me him
I done hit every spot, I Just did a ten
Whippin' the dope then I'm whippin' the Benz
Heavy artillery, whippin' the Tesla
She wanna step with a stepper
Drip, come in and change up the weather
She say we different, her nigga pretender
Different from them, I'm a flexer, Spender
Still in the mix like a blender
Trappin' n Scammin' this chess, Not checkers
Workin' hard, I might be rich forever
Put that weight on my shoulders, won't let up
Yeah, they got what you need like a vendor
Seen their best and the truth is I'm better
Yeah, I'm still here, I'm applyin' that pressure like
Thought I stopped but I'm back on the road
My pieces together I'm back on the stove
True religion, It ain't bout the clothes
I'm praying to god when I work on the boat
Fendi bubble, I'm just tryna float
My bitch on all fours, She callin' me goat
Double up, I'm back on the mission
Slide in the beamer, This shit competition
Heavy artillery, MONEY n VIM
Clear out the scenery, Callin' me him
I done hit every spot, I Just did a ten
Whippin' the dope then I'm whippin' the Benz
Writer: Aaron Green
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid