(It's me)
Brodie hit my phone
Saying "i remember all them days when they had doubted you"
"You up as f*ck, these niggas mad
Just know i'm proud of you"
Too much money to be made
So why you hatin for?
My niggas known to tote them sticks out
More than Asian folks
She threw the pussy on me last week
Why she playin for?
Opps out, we staying low
Ain't no hoes i'm praying for
Off the lean, i'm super geeked
She like my songs, it make her weak
These bitches calling me they goat
But i ain't even hit my peak
It's too much money to made
We can't be beefing bout no groupie
Talking shit, I hit you with this blender
Turn you to a smoothie
And my glock ain't got no safety
It might knock you out yo Kufi
Know a crackhead
He might hit you for some perkys
And a duece
Got a Gen 5, pouring Actavis
Inside my f*cking juice
Ima get a high
But i'm not gone OD like that nigga Juice
I got money
I got proof
Grinding hard
I'm living proof
Tryna get my momma out the hood
I go hard in the booth (gang)
Niggas let me cook
Now they tryna steal the recipe
Spun the block, I let it rip
We turned that boy into an accessory
She know i'm on drugs
She can hear it in my voice
Shout out to my dreadheaded nigga from Illinois
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(It's me)
Brodie hit my phone
Saying "i remember all them days when they had doubted you"
"You up as f*ck, these niggas mad
Just know i'm proud of you"
Too much money to be made
So why you hatin for?
My niggas known to tote them sticks out
More than Asian folks
She threw the pussy on me last week
Why she playin for?
Opps out, we staying low
Ain't no hoes i'm praying for
Off the lean, i'm super geeked
She like my songs, it make her weak
These bitches calling me they goat
But i ain't even hit my peak
It's too much money to made
We can't be beefing bout no groupie
Talking shit, I hit you with this blender
Turn you to a smoothie
And my glock ain't got no safety
It might knock you out yo Kufi
Know a crackhead
He might hit you for some perkys
And a duece
Got a Gen 5, pouring Actavis
Inside my f*cking juice
Ima get a high
But i'm not gone OD like that nigga Juice
I got money
I got proof
Grinding hard
I'm living proof
Tryna get my momma out the hood
I go hard in the booth (gang)
Niggas let me cook
Now they tryna steal the recipe
Spun the block, I let it rip
We turned that boy into an accessory
She know i'm on drugs
She can hear it in my voice
Shout out to my dreadheaded nigga from Illinois
Brodie hit my phone
Saying "i remember all them days when they had doubted you"
"You up as f*ck, these niggas mad
Just know i'm proud of you"
Too much money to be made
So why you hatin for?
My niggas known to tote them sticks out
More than Asian folks
She threw the pussy on me last week
Why she playin for?
Opps out, we staying low
Ain't no hoes i'm praying for
Off the lean, i'm super geeked
She like my songs, it make her weak
These bitches calling me they goat
But i ain't even hit my peak
It's too much money to made
We can't be beefing bout no groupie
Talking shit, I hit you with this blender
Turn you to a smoothie
And my glock ain't got no safety
It might knock you out yo Kufi
Know a crackhead
He might hit you for some perkys
And a duece
Got a Gen 5, pouring Actavis
Inside my f*cking juice
Ima get a high
But i'm not gone OD like that nigga Juice
I got money
I got proof
Grinding hard
I'm living proof
Tryna get my momma out the hood
I go hard in the booth (gang)
Niggas let me cook
Now they tryna steal the recipe
Spun the block, I let it rip
We turned that boy into an accessory
She know i'm on drugs
She can hear it in my voice
Shout out to my dreadheaded nigga from Illinois
Writer: brn ealy, cashius cooper
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid