HAZESOGODLY
Riding by myself
Bumping beats no distractions
If a nigga catch me lacking while steeeze
Watching that's a savage
Sipping Jose
Puffing piro
With this dancer
She my new flame
Stressing daily
And I'm just tryna eat her out her
Mood swangs
No sugar coat
Now I say what's on my mind
And I get what I want
I'm just a grown spoiled brat
With attainable goals
When me and Sprado drop this
Project, competition smoked
What's a firefly to a nigga living in his
Glow
Im paving ways on my sick days
Still don't miss a check like bandland
Collecting fat pay
I'm dripping in fashion
You caught in the sauce that's part of
My tactics
I do this shit with a passion
Kill rappers and dance on they casket
Waiting on yo album to drop
I pray yo shit don't flop
I hope every song a hit like you said
Or you won't get yo props
I hope 2500 was worth it and it get you
The Looks
That last bar got em thinking
I feel vibe they shook
I got this shit out the gate
I put in work today
Fucked up my wrist with the paper work
Now I'm making my way to the pay
I am so godly I skipped church
So the devil gon take me away
Bout to blow like Grenade
Selling my soul to the wave
I'm selling my soul to the wave
Eradicating all the hate
Niggas is humming out loud
They really got nothing to say
Pussy nigga walk up on me
Tankk gon smack with you with his .38
Niggas making a scene on the internet
Bitch made
Bumping beats no distractions
If a nigga catch me lacking while steeeze
Watching that's a savage
Sipping Jose
Puffing piro
With this dancer
She my new flame
Stressing daily
And I'm just tryna eat her out her
Mood swangs
No sugar coat
Now I say what's on my mind
And I get what I want
I'm just a grown spoiled brat
With attainable goals
When me and Sprado drop this
Project, competition smoked
What's a firefly to a nigga living in his
Glow
Im paving ways on my sick days
Still don't miss a check like bandland
Collecting fat pay
I'm dripping in fashion
You caught in the sauce that's part of
My tactics
I do this shit with a passion
Kill rappers and dance on they casket
Waiting on yo album to drop
I pray yo shit don't flop
I hope every song a hit like you said
Or you won't get yo props
I hope 2500 was worth it and it get you
The Looks
That last bar got em thinking
I feel vibe they shook
I got this shit out the gate
I put in work today
Fucked up my wrist with the paper work
Now I'm making my way to the pay
I am so godly I skipped church
So the devil gon take me away
Bout to blow like Grenade
Selling my soul to the wave
I'm selling my soul to the wave
Eradicating all the hate
Niggas is humming out loud
They really got nothing to say
Pussy nigga walk up on me
Tankk gon smack with you with his .38
Niggas making a scene on the internet
Bitch made
Credits
Writer(s): Juwan Griffin
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