Homie asked where would I go
I do not know
So I stay up on my toes
With all my hoes
That's why I move with my feet on the gas
Breaking 100 this shit will not last
But I should
Wish I could
Haven't stood
Up on my feet
Breaking some money
But still can not eat
Listen to Green green green Day
Boutta call the tea team teammate
Bout to call May may mayday
Stop wait
Nigga just want to be popping
Nigga just want to perform
Move out the dorm
Live in a normal life
Bobbing, Bobbing
Weaving, Weaving
Yea we, Yea we
Dreamin, Dreaming
Bobbing, Bobbing
Weaving, Weaving
Yea we, Yea we
Dreamin, Dreaming
Set it, Set it, Set it on the right tone
When we in the bed phone on flight mode
Yea I made her sing
Hit that high note
Girl gave crazy head
Called her psycho
Bobbing, Bobbing
Weaving, Weaving
Yea we, Yea we
Dreamin, Dreaming
Bobbing, Bobbing
Weaving, Weaving
Yea we, Yea we
Dreamin, Dreaming
Set it, Set it, Set it on the right tone
When we in the bed phone on flight mode
Yea I made her sing
Hit that high note
Girl gave crazy head
Called her psycho
If I take a risk
Yea I know I'll win
I ain't ever stop till I'm filthy rich
This that stupid shit
Bobbing, Bobbing
Weaving, Weaving
Yea we, Yea we
Dreamin, Dreaming
Pull up to the crib let it rip
Another homie dead when I spit
100 rounds loaded in the clip
Left the silencer in the whip
Bobbing, Bobbing
Weaving, Weaving
Yea we, Yea we
Dreamin, Dreaming
Bobbing, Bobbing
Weaving, Weaving
Yea we, Yea we
Dreamin, Dreaming
Set it, Set it, Set it on the right tone
When we in the bed Phone on Flight mode
Yea I made her sing
Hit that high note
Girl gave crazy head
Called her psycho
If I'm gone tell a nigga to stop it
Better believe the homie will drop it
When I decide on what is the topic
I'll tune to the channel like I'm bionic
EY this that stupid shit you blare
You ain't never trust a nigga that just stares
Eclectic artists now of days are rare
I ain't worried about a bih
Set it, Set it, Set it on the right tone
When we in the bed phone on flight mode
Yea I made her sing
Hit that high note
Girl gave crazy head
Called her psycho
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Homie asked where would I go
I do not know
So I stay up on my toes
With all my hoes
That's why I move with my feet on the gas
Breaking 100 this shit will not last
But I should
Wish I could
Haven't stood
Up on my feet
Breaking some money
But still can not eat
Listen to Green green green Day
Boutta call the tea team teammate
Bout to call May may mayday
Stop wait
Nigga just want to be popping
Nigga just want to perform
Move out the dorm
Live in a normal life
Bobbing, Bobbing
Weaving, Weaving
Yea we, Yea we
Dreamin, Dreaming
Bobbing, Bobbing
Weaving, Weaving
Yea we, Yea we
Dreamin, Dreaming
Set it, Set it, Set it on the right tone
When we in the bed phone on flight mode
Yea I made her sing
Hit that high note
Girl gave crazy head
Called her psycho
Bobbing, Bobbing
Weaving, Weaving
Yea we, Yea we
Dreamin, Dreaming
Bobbing, Bobbing
Weaving, Weaving
Yea we, Yea we
Dreamin, Dreaming
Set it, Set it, Set it on the right tone
When we in the bed phone on flight mode
Yea I made her sing
Hit that high note
Girl gave crazy head
Called her psycho
If I take a risk
Yea I know I'll win
I ain't ever stop till I'm filthy rich
This that stupid shit
Bobbing, Bobbing
Weaving, Weaving
Yea we, Yea we
Dreamin, Dreaming
Pull up to the crib let it rip
Another homie dead when I spit
100 rounds loaded in the clip
Left the silencer in the whip
Bobbing, Bobbing
Weaving, Weaving
Yea we, Yea we
Dreamin, Dreaming
Bobbing, Bobbing
Weaving, Weaving
Yea we, Yea we
Dreamin, Dreaming
Set it, Set it, Set it on the right tone
When we in the bed Phone on Flight mode
Yea I made her sing
Hit that high note
Girl gave crazy head
Called her psycho
If I'm gone tell a nigga to stop it
Better believe the homie will drop it
When I decide on what is the topic
I'll tune to the channel like I'm bionic
EY this that stupid shit you blare
You ain't never trust a nigga that just stares
Eclectic artists now of days are rare
I ain't worried about a bih
Set it, Set it, Set it on the right tone
When we in the bed phone on flight mode
Yea I made her sing
Hit that high note
Girl gave crazy head
Called her psycho
I do not know
So I stay up on my toes
With all my hoes
That's why I move with my feet on the gas
Breaking 100 this shit will not last
But I should
Wish I could
Haven't stood
Up on my feet
Breaking some money
But still can not eat
Listen to Green green green Day
Boutta call the tea team teammate
Bout to call May may mayday
Stop wait
Nigga just want to be popping
Nigga just want to perform
Move out the dorm
Live in a normal life
Bobbing, Bobbing
Weaving, Weaving
Yea we, Yea we
Dreamin, Dreaming
Bobbing, Bobbing
Weaving, Weaving
Yea we, Yea we
Dreamin, Dreaming
Set it, Set it, Set it on the right tone
When we in the bed phone on flight mode
Yea I made her sing
Hit that high note
Girl gave crazy head
Called her psycho
Bobbing, Bobbing
Weaving, Weaving
Yea we, Yea we
Dreamin, Dreaming
Bobbing, Bobbing
Weaving, Weaving
Yea we, Yea we
Dreamin, Dreaming
Set it, Set it, Set it on the right tone
When we in the bed phone on flight mode
Yea I made her sing
Hit that high note
Girl gave crazy head
Called her psycho
If I take a risk
Yea I know I'll win
I ain't ever stop till I'm filthy rich
This that stupid shit
Bobbing, Bobbing
Weaving, Weaving
Yea we, Yea we
Dreamin, Dreaming
Pull up to the crib let it rip
Another homie dead when I spit
100 rounds loaded in the clip
Left the silencer in the whip
Bobbing, Bobbing
Weaving, Weaving
Yea we, Yea we
Dreamin, Dreaming
Bobbing, Bobbing
Weaving, Weaving
Yea we, Yea we
Dreamin, Dreaming
Set it, Set it, Set it on the right tone
When we in the bed Phone on Flight mode
Yea I made her sing
Hit that high note
Girl gave crazy head
Called her psycho
If I'm gone tell a nigga to stop it
Better believe the homie will drop it
When I decide on what is the topic
I'll tune to the channel like I'm bionic
EY this that stupid shit you blare
You ain't never trust a nigga that just stares
Eclectic artists now of days are rare
I ain't worried about a bih
Set it, Set it, Set it on the right tone
When we in the bed phone on flight mode
Yea I made her sing
Hit that high note
Girl gave crazy head
Called her psycho
Writer: Evan Parks
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.