Word to mother
And boy do I love her
You f*ck with the brothers
You signing ya will
Wrap you in sheets
Almost like you under covers
But that aint gon be how it feel
Fluent in street but I run with the geek
Only carry a pen
I don't carry the heat
On the way to a mill and I never been Meek
I aint wearing no grill ain't no frontin' on me
Its a fact
Had me a shorty and made it a movie
And all of a sudden she don't know how to act
Call me skinny but a thought a penny
Plenty in me assuring the profit is fat
On a roll like I'm Michelin
Never tire though
Been conditioning
Cause I'm trying to run the game
Something the same as the niggas that ya'll always listening
Shit ain't always peachy
Lot of people greasy
Always be the closest
Got me splitting rello's like mitosis
Hit it once and then I spoke this
I get high sometimes
I feel like planes
Had a hoe last night
Think she might stay
Rollup 3.5 take that to the face
High thoughts in the way
Zero expectations
Ain't going to work I'm too busy
I put in work im too busy
Smoke purp too busy
Nobody's property
Nobody stopping me
2020 How I feel they be watching me
Spike drink
Now lil baby wanna talk to me
Tic tic
Now I can't get her off of me
Balled out
Now I'm schooling that's college
Now i'm feeling like a prodigy
Hands raised just to get my attention
Got us feeling like we auctioning
Bron shit
Don't like to rent rather own shit
In need of a bill 'fore I'm gone shit
Know how to get rich on my own shit
At the door fresh
In my zone shit
Bitches want long kiss
I give you half and get a double double
That's some clone shit
I get high
Feel like planes
I get high
Summer day
I get high sometimes
I feel like planes
Had a hoe last night
Think she might stay
Roll up 3.5 take that to the face
High thoughts in the way
Zero expectations
High thoughts in the way
Zero expectations
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Word to mother
And boy do I love her
You f*ck with the brothers
You signing ya will
Wrap you in sheets
Almost like you under covers
But that aint gon be how it feel
Fluent in street but I run with the geek
Only carry a pen
I don't carry the heat
On the way to a mill and I never been Meek
I aint wearing no grill ain't no frontin' on me
Its a fact
Had me a shorty and made it a movie
And all of a sudden she don't know how to act
Call me skinny but a thought a penny
Plenty in me assuring the profit is fat
On a roll like I'm Michelin
Never tire though
Been conditioning
Cause I'm trying to run the game
Something the same as the niggas that ya'll always listening
Shit ain't always peachy
Lot of people greasy
Always be the closest
Got me splitting rello's like mitosis
Hit it once and then I spoke this
I get high sometimes
I feel like planes
Had a hoe last night
Think she might stay
Rollup 3.5 take that to the face
High thoughts in the way
Zero expectations
Ain't going to work I'm too busy
I put in work im too busy
Smoke purp too busy
Nobody's property
Nobody stopping me
2020 How I feel they be watching me
Spike drink
Now lil baby wanna talk to me
Tic tic
Now I can't get her off of me
Balled out
Now I'm schooling that's college
Now i'm feeling like a prodigy
Hands raised just to get my attention
Got us feeling like we auctioning
Bron shit
Don't like to rent rather own shit
In need of a bill 'fore I'm gone shit
Know how to get rich on my own shit
At the door fresh
In my zone shit
Bitches want long kiss
I give you half and get a double double
That's some clone shit
I get high
Feel like planes
I get high
Summer day
I get high sometimes
I feel like planes
Had a hoe last night
Think she might stay
Roll up 3.5 take that to the face
High thoughts in the way
Zero expectations
High thoughts in the way
Zero expectations
And boy do I love her
You f*ck with the brothers
You signing ya will
Wrap you in sheets
Almost like you under covers
But that aint gon be how it feel
Fluent in street but I run with the geek
Only carry a pen
I don't carry the heat
On the way to a mill and I never been Meek
I aint wearing no grill ain't no frontin' on me
Its a fact
Had me a shorty and made it a movie
And all of a sudden she don't know how to act
Call me skinny but a thought a penny
Plenty in me assuring the profit is fat
On a roll like I'm Michelin
Never tire though
Been conditioning
Cause I'm trying to run the game
Something the same as the niggas that ya'll always listening
Shit ain't always peachy
Lot of people greasy
Always be the closest
Got me splitting rello's like mitosis
Hit it once and then I spoke this
I get high sometimes
I feel like planes
Had a hoe last night
Think she might stay
Rollup 3.5 take that to the face
High thoughts in the way
Zero expectations
Ain't going to work I'm too busy
I put in work im too busy
Smoke purp too busy
Nobody's property
Nobody stopping me
2020 How I feel they be watching me
Spike drink
Now lil baby wanna talk to me
Tic tic
Now I can't get her off of me
Balled out
Now I'm schooling that's college
Now i'm feeling like a prodigy
Hands raised just to get my attention
Got us feeling like we auctioning
Bron shit
Don't like to rent rather own shit
In need of a bill 'fore I'm gone shit
Know how to get rich on my own shit
At the door fresh
In my zone shit
Bitches want long kiss
I give you half and get a double double
That's some clone shit
I get high
Feel like planes
I get high
Summer day
I get high sometimes
I feel like planes
Had a hoe last night
Think she might stay
Roll up 3.5 take that to the face
High thoughts in the way
Zero expectations
High thoughts in the way
Zero expectations
Writer: Mike Hill, Shon Weathers
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