Ankle Weightz
Unh
Go to it
Go through it
I do it
You knew it
I'm cooling
You losing
She choosing
You stupid
Cause I'm taking over
It's the takeover
I'm not from Landover
Shout out to Landover
Bitch I'm never sober
No limit I'm in it to win it
Real niggas handle their business
Fuck niggas die wishing
Real niggas die trying
We got to get it
Don't talk to me if the topic is not about riches
Chasing the bag with the quickness
If you can't handle the heat get the fuck out the kitchen
Real niggas handle their business
I'm a nigga on a mission
I don't see no competition
I'm my only competitor
No need to settle scores
Get on my level boy
Melanin poppin' so bitch I ain't have a choice
Ankle weights on, chasing pesos
I'm just trying to see a milli
Get you cake on, let them hate on
They ain't really fucking with me
Better lay low cause I slay hoes
Pretty women showing titties
And I ain't even ask her
To my niggas, I'll pass her
But they don't want her
No time for distractions, my niggas stuntin'
Kicking this shit how a nigga puntin'
Chasing the bag got a nigga runnin'
Did Dat bitch I'm up to something
808 got this shit jumping
Fuck the fame, I just want the money
Broke niggas, they stay frontin'
Unh
And I'm just trying to chase a bag
Pull up in the foreign with the paper tags
Yeah Yeah
And I see why you haters mad
Ankle weights on, I'm trying to chase a bag
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Go to it
Go through it
I do it
You knew it
I'm cooling
You losing
She choosing
You stupid
Cause I'm taking over
It's the takeover
I'm not from Landover
Shout out to Landover
Bitch I'm never sober
No limit I'm in it to win it
Real niggas handle their business
Fuck niggas die wishing
Real niggas die trying
We got to get it
Don't talk to me if the topic is not about riches
Chasing the bag with the quickness
If you can't handle the heat get the fuck out the kitchen
Real niggas handle their business
I'm a nigga on a mission
I don't see no competition
I'm my only competitor
No need to settle scores
Get on my level boy
Melanin poppin' so bitch I ain't have a choice
Ankle weights on, chasing pesos
I'm just trying to see a milli
Get you cake on, let them hate on
They ain't really fucking with me
Better lay low cause I slay hoes
Pretty women showing titties
And I ain't even ask her
To my niggas, I'll pass her
But they don't want her
No time for distractions, my niggas stuntin'
Kicking this shit how a nigga puntin'
Chasing the bag got a nigga runnin'
Did Dat bitch I'm up to something
808 got this shit jumping
Fuck the fame, I just want the money
Broke niggas, they stay frontin'
Unh
And I'm just trying to chase a bag
Pull up in the foreign with the paper tags
Yeah Yeah
And I see why you haters mad
Ankle weights on, I'm trying to chase a bag
Yeah Yeah Yeah
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Writer(s): Douglas Avery Jr.
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