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Performed By: Yung Profit
Featuring: Millz Pe$o
Language: English
Length: 3:12
Written by: Millz Pe$o, Yung Profit




Yung Profit - Natural Lyrics
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[ Featuring Millz Pe$o ]

I'm smoking leaf, this shit natural smoking exotic, this shit is factual pulling up this shit is tactical
I'm getting money mathematical stunt just like this shit is casual
I heard your shit that shit is laughable
You niggas goofy, irrational
You niggas goofy, irrational
I save my money and stack it up you niggas down, it ain't adding up
Lying, you ain't about that savage stuff
Hating but you really mad as f*ck my bro keep cards, and he cracking em
My bro got hoes and he macking em
Ride with my nine and my Mac and em
Pack sell as fast as I'm sacking them
Ride with my joint right beside me
Hoping the police don't find me
I mix the hustle with timing
I mix the hustle with work
Killing the verse
I hit the tito shit, you know the lingo, I'm turnt
I know your bitch is gonna flirt. When my shit drops, she gonna twerk
I got it locked
Play with the gang, you get rocked play with my paper, get blocked Pistol in pocket, it's cocked
I got the key like I'm Glock
All of my bitches exclusive
Me and profit is the future
Mad cause is your nigga a loser she like to drip, f*ck it, I didn't choose her
We teach these rappers like tutors
And I run this shit like a ruler
And you niggas rat like you steward
And really your pockets is little
I see the dollars and I'm in the middle
Getting the money to y'all like a riddle
Y'all niggas acting confused
Y'all busy watching my moves
I run it up I smoke it up
I'm smoking leaf, this shit natural smoking exotic, this shit is factual pulling up this shit is tactical
I'm getting money mathematical stunt just like this shit is casual
I heard your shit that shit is laughable
You niggas goofy, irrational
You niggas goofy, irrational
I save my money and stack it up you niggas down, it ain't adding up
Lying, you ain't about that savage stuff
Hating but you really mad as f*ck my bro keep cards, and he cracking em
My bro got hoes and he macking em
Ride with my nine and my Mac and em
Pack sell as fast as I'm sacking them
How you be hating but ain't got no cash
Lil nigga boy that is a problem. This 40 on me
Try to run up boy
I bet that it stop you
I'm so unique, but I could do anything just like my father
I'm in the game while you right there sitting on the damn sidelines
Shitting on you like I'm Shaq in his damn prime
Working a nine to five rap just to past time
Feel like a goat in my past life
Roll up the leaf, this shit natural
I got your bitch in the figure four
Profit and Pe$o some f*cking goats
I hate a bitch that do the most
Like f*ck it though
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I'm smoking leaf, this shit natural smoking exotic, this shit is factual pulling up this shit is tactical
I'm getting money mathematical stunt just like this shit is casual
I heard your shit that shit is laughable
You niggas goofy, irrational
You niggas goofy, irrational
I save my money and stack it up you niggas down, it ain't adding up
Lying, you ain't about that savage stuff
Hating but you really mad as f*ck my bro keep cards, and he cracking em
My bro got hoes and he macking em
Ride with my nine and my Mac and em
Pack sell as fast as I'm sacking them
Ride with my joint right beside me
Hoping the police don't find me
I mix the hustle with timing
I mix the hustle with work
Killing the verse
I hit the tito shit, you know the lingo, I'm turnt
I know your bitch is gonna flirt. When my shit drops, she gonna twerk
I got it locked
Play with the gang, you get rocked play with my paper, get blocked Pistol in pocket, it's cocked
I got the key like I'm Glock
All of my bitches exclusive
Me and profit is the future
Mad cause is your nigga a loser she like to drip, f*ck it, I didn't choose her
We teach these rappers like tutors
And I run this shit like a ruler
And you niggas rat like you steward
And really your pockets is little
I see the dollars and I'm in the middle
Getting the money to y'all like a riddle
Y'all niggas acting confused
Y'all busy watching my moves
I run it up I smoke it up
I'm smoking leaf, this shit natural smoking exotic, this shit is factual pulling up this shit is tactical
I'm getting money mathematical stunt just like this shit is casual
I heard your shit that shit is laughable
You niggas goofy, irrational
You niggas goofy, irrational
I save my money and stack it up you niggas down, it ain't adding up
Lying, you ain't about that savage stuff
Hating but you really mad as f*ck my bro keep cards, and he cracking em
My bro got hoes and he macking em
Ride with my nine and my Mac and em
Pack sell as fast as I'm sacking them
How you be hating but ain't got no cash
Lil nigga boy that is a problem. This 40 on me
Try to run up boy
I bet that it stop you
I'm so unique, but I could do anything just like my father
I'm in the game while you right there sitting on the damn sidelines
Shitting on you like I'm Shaq in his damn prime
Working a nine to five rap just to past time
Feel like a goat in my past life
Roll up the leaf, this shit natural
I got your bitch in the figure four
Profit and Pe$o some f*cking goats
I hate a bitch that do the most
Like f*ck it though
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Writer: Millz Pe$o, Yung Profit
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