Swear Im feeling like Im Diddy hoe, On my Marathon Man shit I run the city slow
Keep Some Money and a half of cali weed to blow
And a burner for these niggas out here seeking smoke
Hit the weed and float
Out here on the come up, Hustle til the sun up
Count it til it goes down, watch the digits run up
Pull up to the blue flame, Had to Put my gun up
Trash it with a few K, Tell ya mans im one up
You seen these bitches flockin when them Bands came out
Swear i had so many boos they brought the Sand Man Out
Baby i be kickin shit like the Can Can now
And i dont wann f*ck him up so tell ya mans stand down
I swear, They know i got it I hop in the Maserati
Roll up a stick of the Brocolli, while bumpin the best of Sade
Bad hoe right beside me, Headed back to my Place
Cuz we agreed to move this shit at my pace.. Player
Chains Real Chunky and my weed real funky
You can smell this shit im smokin on for miles
Big Bag on me so u big mad homie bitches on me keep at least a $100,000
Long Money Short temper, and my bitch is a grown woman, she so expensive
Man i be out here road Running, im so defensive
I know they out here triping so im always Apprehensive pay attention
32s on the Truck, Call me ratchet nigga i dont really give a f*ck
Only did it just t let dem hoes know im up
Ima brown liqour sipper so you know whats in my cup
Henny got me feelin like im worth a million bucks
Swag on em, wanna check my portfolio pull on the Jag on em
My Click got sticks, on sticks, on stick dont like to brag on em
But you bring to our door swear we will mash on em yea
New nigga, Old school watch me rip this shit precisely when i get the pro tools
Say a few niggaz dont like me hey this shit is old news
I just let em vent on IG like dem bitter hoes do
Rest in Piece to Shawty Lo bitch in feelin like in the man
I just hustle hard and enjoy this shit while i can
Smoothe as a DeBarge but play rough as mechaincs hands
Swear you sucka nigga would understand Damn
Chains Real Chunky and my weed real funky
You can smell this shit im smokin on for miles
Big Bag on me so u big mad homie bitches on me keep at least a $100,000
Long Money Short temper, and my bitch is a grown woman, she so expensive
Man i be out here road Running, im so defensive
I know they out here triping so im always Apprehensive pay attention
Ha$htag Willie - Apprehensive Lyrics
Ha$htag Willie - Apprehensive Lyrics
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Swear Im feeling like Im Diddy hoe, On my Marathon Man shit I run the city slow
Keep Some Money and a half of cali weed to blow
And a burner for these niggas out here seeking smoke
Hit the weed and float
Out here on the come up, Hustle til the sun up
Count it til it goes down, watch the digits run up
Pull up to the blue flame, Had to Put my gun up
Trash it with a few K, Tell ya mans im one up
You seen these bitches flockin when them Bands came out
Swear i had so many boos they brought the Sand Man Out
Baby i be kickin shit like the Can Can now
And i dont wann f*ck him up so tell ya mans stand down
I swear, They know i got it I hop in the Maserati
Roll up a stick of the Brocolli, while bumpin the best of Sade
Bad hoe right beside me, Headed back to my Place
Cuz we agreed to move this shit at my pace.. Player
Chains Real Chunky and my weed real funky
You can smell this shit im smokin on for miles
Big Bag on me so u big mad homie bitches on me keep at least a $100,000
Long Money Short temper, and my bitch is a grown woman, she so expensive
Man i be out here road Running, im so defensive
I know they out here triping so im always Apprehensive pay attention
32s on the Truck, Call me ratchet nigga i dont really give a f*ck
Only did it just t let dem hoes know im up
Ima brown liqour sipper so you know whats in my cup
Henny got me feelin like im worth a million bucks
Swag on em, wanna check my portfolio pull on the Jag on em
My Click got sticks, on sticks, on stick dont like to brag on em
But you bring to our door swear we will mash on em yea
New nigga, Old school watch me rip this shit precisely when i get the pro tools
Say a few niggaz dont like me hey this shit is old news
I just let em vent on IG like dem bitter hoes do
Rest in Piece to Shawty Lo bitch in feelin like in the man
I just hustle hard and enjoy this shit while i can
Smoothe as a DeBarge but play rough as mechaincs hands
Swear you sucka nigga would understand Damn
Chains Real Chunky and my weed real funky
You can smell this shit im smokin on for miles
Big Bag on me so u big mad homie bitches on me keep at least a $100,000
Long Money Short temper, and my bitch is a grown woman, she so expensive
Man i be out here road Running, im so defensive
I know they out here triping so im always Apprehensive pay attention
Keep Some Money and a half of cali weed to blow
And a burner for these niggas out here seeking smoke
Hit the weed and float
Out here on the come up, Hustle til the sun up
Count it til it goes down, watch the digits run up
Pull up to the blue flame, Had to Put my gun up
Trash it with a few K, Tell ya mans im one up
You seen these bitches flockin when them Bands came out
Swear i had so many boos they brought the Sand Man Out
Baby i be kickin shit like the Can Can now
And i dont wann f*ck him up so tell ya mans stand down
I swear, They know i got it I hop in the Maserati
Roll up a stick of the Brocolli, while bumpin the best of Sade
Bad hoe right beside me, Headed back to my Place
Cuz we agreed to move this shit at my pace.. Player
Chains Real Chunky and my weed real funky
You can smell this shit im smokin on for miles
Big Bag on me so u big mad homie bitches on me keep at least a $100,000
Long Money Short temper, and my bitch is a grown woman, she so expensive
Man i be out here road Running, im so defensive
I know they out here triping so im always Apprehensive pay attention
32s on the Truck, Call me ratchet nigga i dont really give a f*ck
Only did it just t let dem hoes know im up
Ima brown liqour sipper so you know whats in my cup
Henny got me feelin like im worth a million bucks
Swag on em, wanna check my portfolio pull on the Jag on em
My Click got sticks, on sticks, on stick dont like to brag on em
But you bring to our door swear we will mash on em yea
New nigga, Old school watch me rip this shit precisely when i get the pro tools
Say a few niggaz dont like me hey this shit is old news
I just let em vent on IG like dem bitter hoes do
Rest in Piece to Shawty Lo bitch in feelin like in the man
I just hustle hard and enjoy this shit while i can
Smoothe as a DeBarge but play rough as mechaincs hands
Swear you sucka nigga would understand Damn
Chains Real Chunky and my weed real funky
You can smell this shit im smokin on for miles
Big Bag on me so u big mad homie bitches on me keep at least a $100,000
Long Money Short temper, and my bitch is a grown woman, she so expensive
Man i be out here road Running, im so defensive
I know they out here triping so im always Apprehensive pay attention
Writer: Ha$tag Willie, DJ Burn One
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Copyright: Lyrics © TUNECORE INC