Nigga this that big flex
Mobbing in our section like we Dipset
Get a bag and stop complaining 'bout how you ain't rich yet
Wanna get ahead but you ain't bold to take that risk yet
Wiping down wherever send my runner into QuickChek I been the best
Niggas ain't hot at all
What I'm poppin' ain't no Tylenol can't help from nodding off
Pop out sliding in all different kinds of cars so niggas can't hide at all
We gon' soak em up like cotton balls it's still like 5 of y'all
Bad lil bitch and I go deep in it
Motherf*ck the law I ain't doing no speed limit
She gone top me off on 101 cause she a freak with it
That's a lost soul I couldn't wife because the streets hit it
Don just called my phone said niggas want problems thinking we did it
Well bring it on nigga I ain't gon' stop for nothin'
Hacking banks and we ain't profit cutting nigga hit that block or somethin'
Must wanna go out like Tupac or something
I ain't goin less cops is coming
Tryna be funny like Chris Rock or something get slapped for a box of nothin'
What you talkin' 'bout I been did it
Got 'em sick as hell
Something like sickle cell
Try me get 'em gone I wish 'em well 4th quarter I give 'em hell
Can't get stuck in jail don't need a bail I got 10 Ps for sale
Drip you can't compare this shit ain't fair no I don't shop at grail
Niggas hatin' bitches waitin'
F*ck it though we still ball
With her man I still call
Pick up loads like will call
Down bad don't let 'em pick me off can't let 'em think I'm soft
Level up niggas know that I'm a boss feel like I'm meek and Ross
God level I need all kinda pressure
We the hottest sector
Puerto Rican bitch I gotta stretch her
Ask me how I met her
I bagged her off of looks
Get where I'm at see what it took
I hit my shot feel like I'm book
I took her heart something like a crook
Gametime
Feel like 2k
Diamonds Blu Ray
Try us then we leave 'em looking like he spilled some Kool Aid
Man push that hazard button
On my own ain't ask for nothing
Check still pending cash is coming
I'm still rolling pass me something
Damn
Call these rappers out
Every time I fly to Jersey niggas say they cashing out I don't see 'em
Back to back in sprinters no I don't feel 'em
Stunting on these niggas selling out shows is such a dope feeling
Yeah they talk a lot
All I need is millions so my crib look like a parking lot
Back from the dead like Keef
You think he cool I think he sweet
I think he bitch he think he street
Tell the truth he can't compete
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Nigga this that big flex
Mobbing in our section like we Dipset
Get a bag and stop complaining 'bout how you ain't rich yet
Wanna get ahead but you ain't bold to take that risk yet
Wiping down wherever send my runner into QuickChek I been the best
Niggas ain't hot at all
What I'm poppin' ain't no Tylenol can't help from nodding off
Pop out sliding in all different kinds of cars so niggas can't hide at all
We gon' soak em up like cotton balls it's still like 5 of y'all
Bad lil bitch and I go deep in it
Motherf*ck the law I ain't doing no speed limit
She gone top me off on 101 cause she a freak with it
That's a lost soul I couldn't wife because the streets hit it
Don just called my phone said niggas want problems thinking we did it
Well bring it on nigga I ain't gon' stop for nothin'
Hacking banks and we ain't profit cutting nigga hit that block or somethin'
Must wanna go out like Tupac or something
I ain't goin less cops is coming
Tryna be funny like Chris Rock or something get slapped for a box of nothin'
What you talkin' 'bout I been did it
Got 'em sick as hell
Something like sickle cell
Try me get 'em gone I wish 'em well 4th quarter I give 'em hell
Can't get stuck in jail don't need a bail I got 10 Ps for sale
Drip you can't compare this shit ain't fair no I don't shop at grail
Niggas hatin' bitches waitin'
F*ck it though we still ball
With her man I still call
Pick up loads like will call
Down bad don't let 'em pick me off can't let 'em think I'm soft
Level up niggas know that I'm a boss feel like I'm meek and Ross
God level I need all kinda pressure
We the hottest sector
Puerto Rican bitch I gotta stretch her
Ask me how I met her
I bagged her off of looks
Get where I'm at see what it took
I hit my shot feel like I'm book
I took her heart something like a crook
Gametime
Feel like 2k
Diamonds Blu Ray
Try us then we leave 'em looking like he spilled some Kool Aid
Man push that hazard button
On my own ain't ask for nothing
Check still pending cash is coming
I'm still rolling pass me something
Damn
Call these rappers out
Every time I fly to Jersey niggas say they cashing out I don't see 'em
Back to back in sprinters no I don't feel 'em
Stunting on these niggas selling out shows is such a dope feeling
Yeah they talk a lot
All I need is millions so my crib look like a parking lot
Back from the dead like Keef
You think he cool I think he sweet
I think he bitch he think he street
Tell the truth he can't compete
Mobbing in our section like we Dipset
Get a bag and stop complaining 'bout how you ain't rich yet
Wanna get ahead but you ain't bold to take that risk yet
Wiping down wherever send my runner into QuickChek I been the best
Niggas ain't hot at all
What I'm poppin' ain't no Tylenol can't help from nodding off
Pop out sliding in all different kinds of cars so niggas can't hide at all
We gon' soak em up like cotton balls it's still like 5 of y'all
Bad lil bitch and I go deep in it
Motherf*ck the law I ain't doing no speed limit
She gone top me off on 101 cause she a freak with it
That's a lost soul I couldn't wife because the streets hit it
Don just called my phone said niggas want problems thinking we did it
Well bring it on nigga I ain't gon' stop for nothin'
Hacking banks and we ain't profit cutting nigga hit that block or somethin'
Must wanna go out like Tupac or something
I ain't goin less cops is coming
Tryna be funny like Chris Rock or something get slapped for a box of nothin'
What you talkin' 'bout I been did it
Got 'em sick as hell
Something like sickle cell
Try me get 'em gone I wish 'em well 4th quarter I give 'em hell
Can't get stuck in jail don't need a bail I got 10 Ps for sale
Drip you can't compare this shit ain't fair no I don't shop at grail
Niggas hatin' bitches waitin'
F*ck it though we still ball
With her man I still call
Pick up loads like will call
Down bad don't let 'em pick me off can't let 'em think I'm soft
Level up niggas know that I'm a boss feel like I'm meek and Ross
God level I need all kinda pressure
We the hottest sector
Puerto Rican bitch I gotta stretch her
Ask me how I met her
I bagged her off of looks
Get where I'm at see what it took
I hit my shot feel like I'm book
I took her heart something like a crook
Gametime
Feel like 2k
Diamonds Blu Ray
Try us then we leave 'em looking like he spilled some Kool Aid
Man push that hazard button
On my own ain't ask for nothing
Check still pending cash is coming
I'm still rolling pass me something
Damn
Call these rappers out
Every time I fly to Jersey niggas say they cashing out I don't see 'em
Back to back in sprinters no I don't feel 'em
Stunting on these niggas selling out shows is such a dope feeling
Yeah they talk a lot
All I need is millions so my crib look like a parking lot
Back from the dead like Keef
You think he cool I think he sweet
I think he bitch he think he street
Tell the truth he can't compete
Writer: Sakille Foster
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