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Performed By: Mak11
Featuring: Kp28
Language: English
Length: 3:24
Written by: Andrew McDonald, Kyelar Park




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[ Featuring Kp28 ]

I know exactly what you all about, ah
I'm crossing lines that no one's talked about, ya ya
I bring the smoke that no one's brought around, stomp em out
Gotta chase a bag I'm tryna buy the whole Foot Locker out
Life is like a movie bitch I'm talking big like Paramount
I be on the big screen check my views I bet you take account
I'm too busy for a hoe I'm focused on my bank account
And nothing's ever gonna change that's all I f*cking care about, aye
I'm a big boss
Need to stack my hunnids up
Talking big boss shit
To get my numbers up
Whipping in the kitchen
All this snow feels like the summers up
I've been getting colder
I've been racking all my gunners up
Whipping in the trap
Soda be up in my hand
Finger on the trigger
I'm a killer imma kill your man
I got so much on my conscience
That you wouldn't understand
I just keep on flipping packs
And putting racks in rubber bands
We gon hit the top we out here
Cruising round in different Benz
Shordy hoppin in she ask
If there's some room for all her friends
I got Gucci on my belt
And double B up on my lens
All this money coming in
And it don't fit up in my pants, aye
I know exactly what you all about, ah
I'm crossing lines that no one's talked about, ya ya
I bring the smoke that no one's brought around, stomp em out
Gotta chase a bag I'm tryna buy the whole Foot Locker out
Life is like a movie bitch I'm talking big like Paramount
I be on the big screen check my views I bet you take account
I'm too busy for a hoe I'm focused on my bank account
And nothing's ever gonna change that's all I f*cking care about, aye
Cash is all I care about
Don't ask me for my whereabouts
This gas I got can't air it out
That ass on shawty very round
The trash they talk can't tear me down
I'm laughing all I hear is clowns
Young astronaut just here for now
I'm blasted off this cherry loud
I'm tryna mash the Rolls pedal
Want diamonds like glass on the Rolie bezel
I can't die in the trap from cold metal
Can't deny its the facts my soul special
I ain't riding with rats but I know devils
I keep grinding won't lack cuz there's more levels
Tryna sign for the stacks no I won't settle
I'm so high off the pack I don't smoke nettles
Ima slide with that sack like I'm Santa Claus
Haters lie in the grass tryna camouflage
These guys they be slack I ain't had a loss
I might hide all my racks in her pantie drawers
She eyeing up Mak like a salad bar
I light up my backwoods in backs of cars
They lie in they raps and man that's bizarre
Got no time for the capping quit acting hard
I know exactly what you all about, ah
I'm crossing lines that no one's talked about, ya ya
I bring the smoke that no one's brought around, stomp em out
Gotta chase a bag I'm tryna buy the whole Foot Locker out
Life is like a movie bitch I'm talking big like Paramount
I be on the big screen check my views I bet you take account
I'm too busy for a hoe I'm focused on my bank account
And nothing's ever gonna change that's all I f*cking care about, aye
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I know exactly what you all about, ah
I'm crossing lines that no one's talked about, ya ya
I bring the smoke that no one's brought around, stomp em out
Gotta chase a bag I'm tryna buy the whole Foot Locker out
Life is like a movie bitch I'm talking big like Paramount
I be on the big screen check my views I bet you take account
I'm too busy for a hoe I'm focused on my bank account
And nothing's ever gonna change that's all I f*cking care about, aye
I'm a big boss
Need to stack my hunnids up
Talking big boss shit
To get my numbers up
Whipping in the kitchen
All this snow feels like the summers up
I've been getting colder
I've been racking all my gunners up
Whipping in the trap
Soda be up in my hand
Finger on the trigger
I'm a killer imma kill your man
I got so much on my conscience
That you wouldn't understand
I just keep on flipping packs
And putting racks in rubber bands
We gon hit the top we out here
Cruising round in different Benz
Shordy hoppin in she ask
If there's some room for all her friends
I got Gucci on my belt
And double B up on my lens
All this money coming in
And it don't fit up in my pants, aye
I know exactly what you all about, ah
I'm crossing lines that no one's talked about, ya ya
I bring the smoke that no one's brought around, stomp em out
Gotta chase a bag I'm tryna buy the whole Foot Locker out
Life is like a movie bitch I'm talking big like Paramount
I be on the big screen check my views I bet you take account
I'm too busy for a hoe I'm focused on my bank account
And nothing's ever gonna change that's all I f*cking care about, aye
Cash is all I care about
Don't ask me for my whereabouts
This gas I got can't air it out
That ass on shawty very round
The trash they talk can't tear me down
I'm laughing all I hear is clowns
Young astronaut just here for now
I'm blasted off this cherry loud
I'm tryna mash the Rolls pedal
Want diamonds like glass on the Rolie bezel
I can't die in the trap from cold metal
Can't deny its the facts my soul special
I ain't riding with rats but I know devils
I keep grinding won't lack cuz there's more levels
Tryna sign for the stacks no I won't settle
I'm so high off the pack I don't smoke nettles
Ima slide with that sack like I'm Santa Claus
Haters lie in the grass tryna camouflage
These guys they be slack I ain't had a loss
I might hide all my racks in her pantie drawers
She eyeing up Mak like a salad bar
I light up my backwoods in backs of cars
They lie in they raps and man that's bizarre
Got no time for the capping quit acting hard
I know exactly what you all about, ah
I'm crossing lines that no one's talked about, ya ya
I bring the smoke that no one's brought around, stomp em out
Gotta chase a bag I'm tryna buy the whole Foot Locker out
Life is like a movie bitch I'm talking big like Paramount
I be on the big screen check my views I bet you take account
I'm too busy for a hoe I'm focused on my bank account
And nothing's ever gonna change that's all I f*cking care about, aye
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Writer: Andrew McDonald, Kyelar Park
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