Dudes be acting funny
321 no dummy
Im chewing on this gummy
Everything so funny
Pullin up on bunnies
Its sunny got honey
I fit it in her tummy
We chasing after money
Pull up to the city
We bout go get litty
My niggas always wit me
We bout to hit a licky
The voice is very crispy
Got silly flows like dicky
Man r.i.p. to Nipsey
Switch the flow this beat im finna rock it
Rocket tucked up in my pocket
Please don't make me f*cking pop it
Ay
Dirty bills mix it wit the profit
We be on the road like a socket
Finna go and cop it
Ay
Chase a bag so we watching markets
Setting up the profit targets
GP beats they hit the hardest
Ooh
SR going crazy he a artist
Need a new barber cuz his hairline growing Back departed
Ay
Shoutout Ken man he from the bay
Pindown screen he finna buss the trey
Stackin up like lays
Always praying for some better days
Google parted ways
My new manager thinkin bout a raise
Ay Ay Ayyy
Rocket tucked up in my pocket please don't make me
Cup carmel
Got the D'usse on my breathe
Sip it real slow
Feel it burning in the chest
Step inside the venue
Then the bitches come correct
Finna hit the jeweler
Put some diamonds on my neck
I'm in this mf turnt
They in this mf hurt
Thick bitch
Grabbed her by the hips
And went to work
She want the digits
I can't give it
But im here for the night
So baby take yo time
Cause tomorrow i got a flight
I done really came too far to ever get back
Need to stay up on my job I never could lack
Stressing out over some shawtys I done been through that
Just gotta keep progressing soon and they'll be coming back
Been tryna get my mind right but this shit exhausting
Got these demons on my mind but gotta get up off em
It be hard when all these urges all over your mental
In the end I know they're lessons intended to test you
Gotta keep the gang close, we ballin together
Make it out for the better, we never gon settle
Shouts to everybody who been rocking with the gang
Held it down from the jump to this damn day
Used to be small time but we on our way
Henny got us leaning but it's not a purple drank
Told em baby this the Wiley tape and you know that imma finna slap
Ay
Don't hit me on them photos i don't ever f*ckin text back
Im always on it baby tryna chase a bag im tryna chase a stack
Riding wit the main wit the day ones
I ain't got no time for bullshit don't say nun
Don't say nun...to me baby
So what i'm out here going crazy for the motherf*ckin paper
I can't never f*ck around wit a hater
I can't listen to em work tell em this shit go forreal now
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Dudes be acting funny
321 no dummy
Im chewing on this gummy
Everything so funny
Pullin up on bunnies
Its sunny got honey
I fit it in her tummy
We chasing after money
Pull up to the city
We bout go get litty
My niggas always wit me
We bout to hit a licky
The voice is very crispy
Got silly flows like dicky
Man r.i.p. to Nipsey
Switch the flow this beat im finna rock it
Rocket tucked up in my pocket
Please don't make me f*cking pop it
Ay
Dirty bills mix it wit the profit
We be on the road like a socket
Finna go and cop it
Ay
Chase a bag so we watching markets
Setting up the profit targets
GP beats they hit the hardest
Ooh
SR going crazy he a artist
Need a new barber cuz his hairline growing Back departed
Ay
Shoutout Ken man he from the bay
Pindown screen he finna buss the trey
Stackin up like lays
Always praying for some better days
Google parted ways
My new manager thinkin bout a raise
Ay Ay Ayyy
Rocket tucked up in my pocket please don't make me
Cup carmel
Got the D'usse on my breathe
Sip it real slow
Feel it burning in the chest
Step inside the venue
Then the bitches come correct
Finna hit the jeweler
Put some diamonds on my neck
I'm in this mf turnt
They in this mf hurt
Thick bitch
Grabbed her by the hips
And went to work
She want the digits
I can't give it
But im here for the night
So baby take yo time
Cause tomorrow i got a flight
I done really came too far to ever get back
Need to stay up on my job I never could lack
Stressing out over some shawtys I done been through that
Just gotta keep progressing soon and they'll be coming back
Been tryna get my mind right but this shit exhausting
Got these demons on my mind but gotta get up off em
It be hard when all these urges all over your mental
In the end I know they're lessons intended to test you
Gotta keep the gang close, we ballin together
Make it out for the better, we never gon settle
Shouts to everybody who been rocking with the gang
Held it down from the jump to this damn day
Used to be small time but we on our way
Henny got us leaning but it's not a purple drank
Told em baby this the Wiley tape and you know that imma finna slap
Ay
Don't hit me on them photos i don't ever f*ckin text back
Im always on it baby tryna chase a bag im tryna chase a stack
Riding wit the main wit the day ones
I ain't got no time for bullshit don't say nun
Don't say nun...to me baby
So what i'm out here going crazy for the motherf*ckin paper
I can't never f*ck around wit a hater
I can't listen to em work tell em this shit go forreal now
321 no dummy
Im chewing on this gummy
Everything so funny
Pullin up on bunnies
Its sunny got honey
I fit it in her tummy
We chasing after money
Pull up to the city
We bout go get litty
My niggas always wit me
We bout to hit a licky
The voice is very crispy
Got silly flows like dicky
Man r.i.p. to Nipsey
Switch the flow this beat im finna rock it
Rocket tucked up in my pocket
Please don't make me f*cking pop it
Ay
Dirty bills mix it wit the profit
We be on the road like a socket
Finna go and cop it
Ay
Chase a bag so we watching markets
Setting up the profit targets
GP beats they hit the hardest
Ooh
SR going crazy he a artist
Need a new barber cuz his hairline growing Back departed
Ay
Shoutout Ken man he from the bay
Pindown screen he finna buss the trey
Stackin up like lays
Always praying for some better days
Google parted ways
My new manager thinkin bout a raise
Ay Ay Ayyy
Rocket tucked up in my pocket please don't make me
Cup carmel
Got the D'usse on my breathe
Sip it real slow
Feel it burning in the chest
Step inside the venue
Then the bitches come correct
Finna hit the jeweler
Put some diamonds on my neck
I'm in this mf turnt
They in this mf hurt
Thick bitch
Grabbed her by the hips
And went to work
She want the digits
I can't give it
But im here for the night
So baby take yo time
Cause tomorrow i got a flight
I done really came too far to ever get back
Need to stay up on my job I never could lack
Stressing out over some shawtys I done been through that
Just gotta keep progressing soon and they'll be coming back
Been tryna get my mind right but this shit exhausting
Got these demons on my mind but gotta get up off em
It be hard when all these urges all over your mental
In the end I know they're lessons intended to test you
Gotta keep the gang close, we ballin together
Make it out for the better, we never gon settle
Shouts to everybody who been rocking with the gang
Held it down from the jump to this damn day
Used to be small time but we on our way
Henny got us leaning but it's not a purple drank
Told em baby this the Wiley tape and you know that imma finna slap
Ay
Don't hit me on them photos i don't ever f*ckin text back
Im always on it baby tryna chase a bag im tryna chase a stack
Riding wit the main wit the day ones
I ain't got no time for bullshit don't say nun
Don't say nun...to me baby
So what i'm out here going crazy for the motherf*ckin paper
I can't never f*ck around wit a hater
I can't listen to em work tell em this shit go forreal now
Writer: Shawn Ray, Ken D, Maz A, Gian C
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid