Ayy, ayy
Money counter jammin', dirty Fantas, fifties, rubber band 'em
Started off with plastic, I was state-to-state before I traveled
I played the bench for certain niggas, now you see me, I overlap 'em
Move the spot, this bitch hot, that's what you get for over-trappin'
You play with one of mines, that's the type of shit earn you a casket
One second left, pass me the ball, Slae made the basket
I'm turnin' up my status, niggas worried 'bout turnin' up they savage
All my bitches crazy, give 'em Perc' dick and I over-slam 'em
I've been in this shit, could count a twenty with a blindfold
I start my day with Lam' truck and end that bitch off with a Rolls
I don't believe in none of these niggas, I seen niggas fold
You can say a lot about Slae, but never say he bold
Ask about the Wavy Daisy Tour, they gon' say we on
Ayy, the 'Tech fresh out the pharm', that shit good as gold
My crib smell like the lobby, ask your nose what's the fragrance? (I don't know)
She done dropped location, but I ain't make it to her, I was faded (smacked)
Step out for a minute, real nigga conversations (ayy, step out for a minute)
Gotta watch what I be sayin', copyin' my lingo (for real)
Deep end searches, I ain't lookin' for no Nemo (f*ck no)
Last time I cried was when my mama went through chemo (yeah)
Cloudy-ass chain, tuck it in, but I ain't Deebo (mmm-mmm)
Quick to take a ho, 'cause niggas petty, I'm the repo (I'm turnt)
You can't tell me anything, I'm stickin' to the G code
Bro gotta be a demon, he run to it when he see smoke
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Ayy, ayy
Money counter jammin', dirty Fantas, fifties, rubber band 'em
Started off with plastic, I was state-to-state before I traveled
I played the bench for certain niggas, now you see me, I overlap 'em
Move the spot, this bitch hot, that's what you get for over-trappin'
You play with one of mines, that's the type of shit earn you a casket
One second left, pass me the ball, Slae made the basket
I'm turnin' up my status, niggas worried 'bout turnin' up they savage
All my bitches crazy, give 'em Perc' dick and I over-slam 'em
I've been in this shit, could count a twenty with a blindfold
I start my day with Lam' truck and end that bitch off with a Rolls
I don't believe in none of these niggas, I seen niggas fold
You can say a lot about Slae, but never say he bold
Ask about the Wavy Daisy Tour, they gon' say we on
Ayy, the 'Tech fresh out the pharm', that shit good as gold
My crib smell like the lobby, ask your nose what's the fragrance? (I don't know)
She done dropped location, but I ain't make it to her, I was faded (smacked)
Step out for a minute, real nigga conversations (ayy, step out for a minute)
Gotta watch what I be sayin', copyin' my lingo (for real)
Deep end searches, I ain't lookin' for no Nemo (f*ck no)
Last time I cried was when my mama went through chemo (yeah)
Cloudy-ass chain, tuck it in, but I ain't Deebo (mmm-mmm)
Quick to take a ho, 'cause niggas petty, I'm the repo (I'm turnt)
You can't tell me anything, I'm stickin' to the G code
Bro gotta be a demon, he run to it when he see smoke
Money counter jammin', dirty Fantas, fifties, rubber band 'em
Started off with plastic, I was state-to-state before I traveled
I played the bench for certain niggas, now you see me, I overlap 'em
Move the spot, this bitch hot, that's what you get for over-trappin'
You play with one of mines, that's the type of shit earn you a casket
One second left, pass me the ball, Slae made the basket
I'm turnin' up my status, niggas worried 'bout turnin' up they savage
All my bitches crazy, give 'em Perc' dick and I over-slam 'em
I've been in this shit, could count a twenty with a blindfold
I start my day with Lam' truck and end that bitch off with a Rolls
I don't believe in none of these niggas, I seen niggas fold
You can say a lot about Slae, but never say he bold
Ask about the Wavy Daisy Tour, they gon' say we on
Ayy, the 'Tech fresh out the pharm', that shit good as gold
My crib smell like the lobby, ask your nose what's the fragrance? (I don't know)
She done dropped location, but I ain't make it to her, I was faded (smacked)
Step out for a minute, real nigga conversations (ayy, step out for a minute)
Gotta watch what I be sayin', copyin' my lingo (for real)
Deep end searches, I ain't lookin' for no Nemo (f*ck no)
Last time I cried was when my mama went through chemo (yeah)
Cloudy-ass chain, tuck it in, but I ain't Deebo (mmm-mmm)
Quick to take a ho, 'cause niggas petty, I'm the repo (I'm turnt)
You can't tell me anything, I'm stickin' to the G code
Bro gotta be a demon, he run to it when he see smoke
Writer: Dae'Jon Patman, Gerald Page
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Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, EMPIRE PUBLISHING