I really just write but I can spit bars Get high as a kite, I'm talkin' to stars
Got me on a flight, I'm right next to Mars I'm sellin' out all of my drugs out the car
And I don't want no love, I just wanna plate Bitch better not run, I ain't gonna chase
I just want them bucks, bitch, I'm NBA And I'm rollin' up one when I smoke to the face
F*ck all them judges and f*ck all them charges Smart lil' nigga, my flow is retarded
Everybody know me, I don't need to get carded I don't even get searched when I walk in a party
Them niggas is sleepin', they need to wake up I had that bitch givin' face like a makeup
If she thick as f*ck, you know I'ma take her With Louis and Dame tryna get to this paper
Be with them steppers, they already laced up They put a clip to your head like a shape up
Ain't takin' advice if you don't got your cake up, Get put in the ground, just for f*ckin' with Asa
Prov lil' nigga in and out of Florida Really outside and it's all for my daughter
Never gon' change, like a dollar for quarters All these felonies, I can't cross the border
Got a story, so just sit back and listen If you know me, then you know my position
Hate Nintendo, so I ain't with the switchin' Full of bars, I can build me a prison
Full of stars in a circle, won't fit in You a fraud in this V, you can't sit in
F*ck the opps, but I ain't with the dissin' Love a thot, but I ain't with the kissin
She just gon' make it clap Like I do both of my hands
I'ma just hit up the trap Cause you know that I'm after them bands
With your bitch, I'ma do what I want But with you, she gon' do what she can
And never catch me with no belt on Cause that 40 gon' hold up my pants
And a real one gon' throw down them hands Instrument, I belong with them bands
I'm so high, I don't know where to land She so fine, give a f*ck about her man
And she lookin' good all around Thick talk bitch with a tan
They know me from havin' that loud That yeah, and the P's and the zans
That pole, I'm just tuckin' it So close and it look like I'm huggin' it
And I know a nigga that wanna be bout that I know a nigga that's stuck in it
Buyin' a Henny, but ain't got the Remy So why the f*ck you gon' put rum in it
And I don't want static, just straight mathematics Cause that's how a nigga be summin' it
If we ain't on the same track or the same time Tell me, what is you runnin' with
I'ma just do it like Nike For that money, I know she want some of it
And I ain't with all that sucker shit Not even with all of that drama shit
Never care what niggas comin' with Cause I never shake hands with a counterfeit
I know some niggas that don't got my back But the few thats around, I be runnin' with
I know these bitches that think I'm a dick But I know some bitches that suck in it
I love how these bitches just be on my dick And they let me hit for the f*ck of it
But baby girl, you gotta go Your Uber outside, better run in it
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I really just write but I can spit bars Get high as a kite, I'm talkin' to stars
Got me on a flight, I'm right next to Mars I'm sellin' out all of my drugs out the car
And I don't want no love, I just wanna plate Bitch better not run, I ain't gonna chase
I just want them bucks, bitch, I'm NBA And I'm rollin' up one when I smoke to the face
F*ck all them judges and f*ck all them charges Smart lil' nigga, my flow is retarded
Everybody know me, I don't need to get carded I don't even get searched when I walk in a party
Them niggas is sleepin', they need to wake up I had that bitch givin' face like a makeup
If she thick as f*ck, you know I'ma take her With Louis and Dame tryna get to this paper
Be with them steppers, they already laced up They put a clip to your head like a shape up
Ain't takin' advice if you don't got your cake up, Get put in the ground, just for f*ckin' with Asa
Prov lil' nigga in and out of Florida Really outside and it's all for my daughter
Never gon' change, like a dollar for quarters All these felonies, I can't cross the border
Got a story, so just sit back and listen If you know me, then you know my position
Hate Nintendo, so I ain't with the switchin' Full of bars, I can build me a prison
Full of stars in a circle, won't fit in You a fraud in this V, you can't sit in
F*ck the opps, but I ain't with the dissin' Love a thot, but I ain't with the kissin
She just gon' make it clap Like I do both of my hands
I'ma just hit up the trap Cause you know that I'm after them bands
With your bitch, I'ma do what I want But with you, she gon' do what she can
And never catch me with no belt on Cause that 40 gon' hold up my pants
And a real one gon' throw down them hands Instrument, I belong with them bands
I'm so high, I don't know where to land She so fine, give a f*ck about her man
And she lookin' good all around Thick talk bitch with a tan
They know me from havin' that loud That yeah, and the P's and the zans
That pole, I'm just tuckin' it So close and it look like I'm huggin' it
And I know a nigga that wanna be bout that I know a nigga that's stuck in it
Buyin' a Henny, but ain't got the Remy So why the f*ck you gon' put rum in it
And I don't want static, just straight mathematics Cause that's how a nigga be summin' it
If we ain't on the same track or the same time Tell me, what is you runnin' with
I'ma just do it like Nike For that money, I know she want some of it
And I ain't with all that sucker shit Not even with all of that drama shit
Never care what niggas comin' with Cause I never shake hands with a counterfeit
I know some niggas that don't got my back But the few thats around, I be runnin' with
I know these bitches that think I'm a dick But I know some bitches that suck in it
I love how these bitches just be on my dick And they let me hit for the f*ck of it
But baby girl, you gotta go Your Uber outside, better run in it
Got me on a flight, I'm right next to Mars I'm sellin' out all of my drugs out the car
And I don't want no love, I just wanna plate Bitch better not run, I ain't gonna chase
I just want them bucks, bitch, I'm NBA And I'm rollin' up one when I smoke to the face
F*ck all them judges and f*ck all them charges Smart lil' nigga, my flow is retarded
Everybody know me, I don't need to get carded I don't even get searched when I walk in a party
Them niggas is sleepin', they need to wake up I had that bitch givin' face like a makeup
If she thick as f*ck, you know I'ma take her With Louis and Dame tryna get to this paper
Be with them steppers, they already laced up They put a clip to your head like a shape up
Ain't takin' advice if you don't got your cake up, Get put in the ground, just for f*ckin' with Asa
Prov lil' nigga in and out of Florida Really outside and it's all for my daughter
Never gon' change, like a dollar for quarters All these felonies, I can't cross the border
Got a story, so just sit back and listen If you know me, then you know my position
Hate Nintendo, so I ain't with the switchin' Full of bars, I can build me a prison
Full of stars in a circle, won't fit in You a fraud in this V, you can't sit in
F*ck the opps, but I ain't with the dissin' Love a thot, but I ain't with the kissin
She just gon' make it clap Like I do both of my hands
I'ma just hit up the trap Cause you know that I'm after them bands
With your bitch, I'ma do what I want But with you, she gon' do what she can
And never catch me with no belt on Cause that 40 gon' hold up my pants
And a real one gon' throw down them hands Instrument, I belong with them bands
I'm so high, I don't know where to land She so fine, give a f*ck about her man
And she lookin' good all around Thick talk bitch with a tan
They know me from havin' that loud That yeah, and the P's and the zans
That pole, I'm just tuckin' it So close and it look like I'm huggin' it
And I know a nigga that wanna be bout that I know a nigga that's stuck in it
Buyin' a Henny, but ain't got the Remy So why the f*ck you gon' put rum in it
And I don't want static, just straight mathematics Cause that's how a nigga be summin' it
If we ain't on the same track or the same time Tell me, what is you runnin' with
I'ma just do it like Nike For that money, I know she want some of it
And I ain't with all that sucker shit Not even with all of that drama shit
Never care what niggas comin' with Cause I never shake hands with a counterfeit
I know some niggas that don't got my back But the few thats around, I be runnin' with
I know these bitches that think I'm a dick But I know some bitches that suck in it
I love how these bitches just be on my dick And they let me hit for the f*ck of it
But baby girl, you gotta go Your Uber outside, better run in it
Writer: Joshua Burgos
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