Kane
Yeah, what up, 22
Take a ride with the G.O.A.T one time
Aye, 22
Uh ugh
(Meech)
Aye, my bitch blowing up my phone now let me tell the truth
I don't know if she my bitch, I don't know what she do
Everytime it's in my hands, shit it gotta move
If niggas pulled up on you shooting you wouldn't know what to do
Single lion in this world, I don't need nobody (so)
I made a promise to my sister I'ma be somebody (yeah)
You can have yo' bitch back, she need somebody (yeah)
I was busy stacking blues when y'all couldn't find me
I don't hang around you niggas, we don't think the same (no)
Young nappy head nigga, gold on his frames (yeah)
Stopped picking up my phone, niggas say I changed
Nigga get yo' scale dirty before you say my name (boy)
Made so much yesterday, in the car I prayed (yeah)
This a M on my buckle, M's on my brain
On my soul I really do it, punk stay in yo lane
You ask a nigga for a favor, they forget yo' name
I'll spit on yo' big homie, I ain't got one
You lil' niggas talking 'bout guns, I really got them
Yo mans been down for too long, somebody spot him
A lotta money in my pocket, I went out & got some
It ain't a rule I won't break, risk I won't take
You putting yo' feelings in a bitch, boy that's a heartbreak (don't do it)
And this Moschino that I'm wearing came from Italy (aye)
It's a 4 in my drank, shark on my face (yeah)
Aye, now these hoes be fucking everybody
She mad at me cuz I ain't text back, like I care about her
Drive a distance for the money 'cause I care about it
Punch a nigga in his mouth, knock the stare up out him
Up early with the birds, I need every dollar (aye)
Told my son I'm getting a mansion for him & his momma
But if I find a Latino she gone have my daughter
You wanna find a cheaper price go a little farther
We get 4 48's for that good bargain
Wearing clothes you can't afford, it make me a target
I don't deal with relatives, family you walking
Even in the nose bleeds you can see me balling
Louis bag on my bitch, it can hold a doggie (yeah)
I'm the leader of the mob, you can call me Pauly
I can't even go shopping, too much in my closet
I got a roll on me now in my billionaire joggers
Nigga, I'm the man where I'm from
Screws loose in my head, I leave hoes hot lumps
You get questioned in that room, boy you better play dumb
A couple bitches love me, I don't care about one, nigga
22!
Take a ride with the G.O.A.T one time
Aye, 22
Uh ugh
(Meech)
Aye, my bitch blowing up my phone now let me tell the truth
I don't know if she my bitch, I don't know what she do
Everytime it's in my hands, shit it gotta move
If niggas pulled up on you shooting you wouldn't know what to do
Single lion in this world, I don't need nobody (so)
I made a promise to my sister I'ma be somebody (yeah)
You can have yo' bitch back, she need somebody (yeah)
I was busy stacking blues when y'all couldn't find me
I don't hang around you niggas, we don't think the same (no)
Young nappy head nigga, gold on his frames (yeah)
Stopped picking up my phone, niggas say I changed
Nigga get yo' scale dirty before you say my name (boy)
Made so much yesterday, in the car I prayed (yeah)
This a M on my buckle, M's on my brain
On my soul I really do it, punk stay in yo lane
You ask a nigga for a favor, they forget yo' name
I'll spit on yo' big homie, I ain't got one
You lil' niggas talking 'bout guns, I really got them
Yo mans been down for too long, somebody spot him
A lotta money in my pocket, I went out & got some
It ain't a rule I won't break, risk I won't take
You putting yo' feelings in a bitch, boy that's a heartbreak (don't do it)
And this Moschino that I'm wearing came from Italy (aye)
It's a 4 in my drank, shark on my face (yeah)
Aye, now these hoes be fucking everybody
She mad at me cuz I ain't text back, like I care about her
Drive a distance for the money 'cause I care about it
Punch a nigga in his mouth, knock the stare up out him
Up early with the birds, I need every dollar (aye)
Told my son I'm getting a mansion for him & his momma
But if I find a Latino she gone have my daughter
You wanna find a cheaper price go a little farther
We get 4 48's for that good bargain
Wearing clothes you can't afford, it make me a target
I don't deal with relatives, family you walking
Even in the nose bleeds you can see me balling
Louis bag on my bitch, it can hold a doggie (yeah)
I'm the leader of the mob, you can call me Pauly
I can't even go shopping, too much in my closet
I got a roll on me now in my billionaire joggers
Nigga, I'm the man where I'm from
Screws loose in my head, I leave hoes hot lumps
You get questioned in that room, boy you better play dumb
A couple bitches love me, I don't care about one, nigga
22!
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Writer(s): Jaelin Parker
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