And it's Shaq day again
Know my heart still hurt
Know I'm missing you twin, like damn time be moving fast
Can't believe it's been 6 years, like damn that time be moving fast
Like nigga we was just kids
I remember that time you had that Mac with tha stick up on it
Big nigga, pick a nigga, my dawg step on any opponent
Brudda ain waste no time, he up that mmm, he a get up on it
I can't tell ya a time that I ain never seen that bitch up on em
I wish I can show yo da hellcat
We spin more than Amtrak, like doggy I'm tha plug now
Get it shipped, dawg this shit thrax
Niggas still bitches, turn shit to pack
Get a R.I.P like it was wax
Get a fa, fa, fa, boa we did that shit fa Shaq
Heaven need a phone line, I got plays that call now
Ten thousand in my pocket baby shid I can't pick up tha phone now
So much shit done changed down here
Two thousand like pocket change round here
Off-white, Louis Vuitton my gear
This Drac a take whatever I give
We make niggas push-up
Make this glock rock like a hiccup
Infant ass need a bib, tha way he spittin up
Tha opps need a win, tha way they gettin crushed
Every time tha opps spin, turn they ass to dust
Brother died two years ago, taking too many pills still can't heal tha shit that I feel tha most
Like mmm-hmm
Murder got shit divided, I'm hurt they killed tha bros
Like mmm-hmm
Soon we get that drop, go jump out wit that drac
Back in forth on interstates
Bro went fed not in tha state
I go get a job and den get sum za den put food ona plate
So much shit done changed down here
Back window I'a hang out there
I'm tryna go catch a brain fa them niggas who playing witcho name down here
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
Too gon off roxy
Got bruddas doin they bid gon off scripts of suboxone
Anything I give you my twin then we locked in
Push up wit da chop stick
Deno got tha glock 10
Probation at my door, I'm flushing dope all down tha toilet
Couldn't even get my sack right, I ain gon lie I felt extorted
That lil money them niggas be gettin
I'a f*ck around and pour it
Mix tha football wit that lean, I'a send a nigga to tha top floor
Heaven need a phone line, I got plays that call now
Ten thousand in my pocket baby shid I can't pick up tha phone now
So much shit done changed down here
Two thousand like pocket change round here
Off-white, Louis Vuitton my gear
This Drac a take whatever I give
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And it's Shaq day again
Know my heart still hurt
Know I'm missing you twin, like damn time be moving fast
Can't believe it's been 6 years, like damn that time be moving fast
Like nigga we was just kids
I remember that time you had that Mac with tha stick up on it
Big nigga, pick a nigga, my dawg step on any opponent
Brudda ain waste no time, he up that mmm, he a get up on it
I can't tell ya a time that I ain never seen that bitch up on em
I wish I can show yo da hellcat
We spin more than Amtrak, like doggy I'm tha plug now
Get it shipped, dawg this shit thrax
Niggas still bitches, turn shit to pack
Get a R.I.P like it was wax
Get a fa, fa, fa, boa we did that shit fa Shaq
Heaven need a phone line, I got plays that call now
Ten thousand in my pocket baby shid I can't pick up tha phone now
So much shit done changed down here
Two thousand like pocket change round here
Off-white, Louis Vuitton my gear
This Drac a take whatever I give
We make niggas push-up
Make this glock rock like a hiccup
Infant ass need a bib, tha way he spittin up
Tha opps need a win, tha way they gettin crushed
Every time tha opps spin, turn they ass to dust
Brother died two years ago, taking too many pills still can't heal tha shit that I feel tha most
Like mmm-hmm
Murder got shit divided, I'm hurt they killed tha bros
Like mmm-hmm
Soon we get that drop, go jump out wit that drac
Back in forth on interstates
Bro went fed not in tha state
I go get a job and den get sum za den put food ona plate
So much shit done changed down here
Back window I'a hang out there
I'm tryna go catch a brain fa them niggas who playing witcho name down here
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
Too gon off roxy
Got bruddas doin they bid gon off scripts of suboxone
Anything I give you my twin then we locked in
Push up wit da chop stick
Deno got tha glock 10
Probation at my door, I'm flushing dope all down tha toilet
Couldn't even get my sack right, I ain gon lie I felt extorted
That lil money them niggas be gettin
I'a f*ck around and pour it
Mix tha football wit that lean, I'a send a nigga to tha top floor
Heaven need a phone line, I got plays that call now
Ten thousand in my pocket baby shid I can't pick up tha phone now
So much shit done changed down here
Two thousand like pocket change round here
Off-white, Louis Vuitton my gear
This Drac a take whatever I give
Know my heart still hurt
Know I'm missing you twin, like damn time be moving fast
Can't believe it's been 6 years, like damn that time be moving fast
Like nigga we was just kids
I remember that time you had that Mac with tha stick up on it
Big nigga, pick a nigga, my dawg step on any opponent
Brudda ain waste no time, he up that mmm, he a get up on it
I can't tell ya a time that I ain never seen that bitch up on em
I wish I can show yo da hellcat
We spin more than Amtrak, like doggy I'm tha plug now
Get it shipped, dawg this shit thrax
Niggas still bitches, turn shit to pack
Get a R.I.P like it was wax
Get a fa, fa, fa, boa we did that shit fa Shaq
Heaven need a phone line, I got plays that call now
Ten thousand in my pocket baby shid I can't pick up tha phone now
So much shit done changed down here
Two thousand like pocket change round here
Off-white, Louis Vuitton my gear
This Drac a take whatever I give
We make niggas push-up
Make this glock rock like a hiccup
Infant ass need a bib, tha way he spittin up
Tha opps need a win, tha way they gettin crushed
Every time tha opps spin, turn they ass to dust
Brother died two years ago, taking too many pills still can't heal tha shit that I feel tha most
Like mmm-hmm
Murder got shit divided, I'm hurt they killed tha bros
Like mmm-hmm
Soon we get that drop, go jump out wit that drac
Back in forth on interstates
Bro went fed not in tha state
I go get a job and den get sum za den put food ona plate
So much shit done changed down here
Back window I'a hang out there
I'm tryna go catch a brain fa them niggas who playing witcho name down here
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
Too gon off roxy
Got bruddas doin they bid gon off scripts of suboxone
Anything I give you my twin then we locked in
Push up wit da chop stick
Deno got tha glock 10
Probation at my door, I'm flushing dope all down tha toilet
Couldn't even get my sack right, I ain gon lie I felt extorted
That lil money them niggas be gettin
I'a f*ck around and pour it
Mix tha football wit that lean, I'a send a nigga to tha top floor
Heaven need a phone line, I got plays that call now
Ten thousand in my pocket baby shid I can't pick up tha phone now
So much shit done changed down here
Two thousand like pocket change round here
Off-white, Louis Vuitton my gear
This Drac a take whatever I give
Writer: Mooder 3ks, Cornelius Weatherington
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: CornBreezyy Deniro
Language: English
Length: 2:29
Written by: Mooder 3ks, Cornelius Weatherington