Brotatoe Chips
Trunk in the front
No key shit start from a button
I just made a couple k
Getting laid
Living safe
No need for a gun
Everybody love me
Bitches mad I don't let them hug me
I don't let them on me
I don't need your money
What you think is on me
Keep you hypnotized with my lucky on me
Get yo girl for I call her
My bitch bad needs collar
My car? It's solar
My bank? It's baller
My numbers goin up my ex she said I own her daughter
For the last time, for I flat line
My own controller
(Woop)
Deuy with the pewy got no drip bitch you just gooy
Don't know you, he wanna fight boy take a second to aline
Yes I'm alright but you hate on me
Get yo homies I'll get mine (woop)
Mistake me cuz I'm kind let's take a trip inside my mind
(Woop)
Couple hunid thousand in my pocket that's just on me
I been doing things alone but I'm not lonely
I aint rollin with no 20s 50s only
And you know Im giving back to all my homies
I hit that bish, no strings attached
Fck wimme boi you ain't a match
I make her scream like attack attack
Caspar da boi, had to get on a track
Livin life this is not a game
I don't do this shit for da fame
I'm just tryna spread my name
Don't compare me to you we are not the same
Hair stay swingin like they in a fight
Messin shit up like every night
Take a look in to my future, it's hella bright
All you pussy ass haters gettin blinded by the light
Mess with the grind like eryday
Negativity stay the fck away
Ain't stoppin till the ground is where i lay
So until then I guess we here to stay
Man i knew from the beginning we gone shut it down
All the homies say they real but they not around
Only dirt you'll have on me is that shit underground
Messin up ya city yea messin up ya town
Long hair yea we don't care
Man, fck ya feelins life isn't fair
Just pullin a posty, what's up there
Man fck opinions go ahead and stare
Yea we comin for the gold you can hear it my tone
Yea we comin for the gold and i'm not ridin alone, yea we skrt
Up in z then i swear that be gone, pop yo shit just like ollie and i'm talkin hella boned!
Couple hunid thousand in my pocket that's just on me
I been doing things alone but I'm not lonely
I aint rollin with no 20s 50s only
And you know Im giving back to all my homies
You ain't squad
You ain't homie (yuh)
No key shit start from a button
I just made a couple k
Getting laid
Living safe
No need for a gun
Everybody love me
Bitches mad I don't let them hug me
I don't let them on me
I don't need your money
What you think is on me
Keep you hypnotized with my lucky on me
Get yo girl for I call her
My bitch bad needs collar
My car? It's solar
My bank? It's baller
My numbers goin up my ex she said I own her daughter
For the last time, for I flat line
My own controller
(Woop)
Deuy with the pewy got no drip bitch you just gooy
Don't know you, he wanna fight boy take a second to aline
Yes I'm alright but you hate on me
Get yo homies I'll get mine (woop)
Mistake me cuz I'm kind let's take a trip inside my mind
(Woop)
Couple hunid thousand in my pocket that's just on me
I been doing things alone but I'm not lonely
I aint rollin with no 20s 50s only
And you know Im giving back to all my homies
I hit that bish, no strings attached
Fck wimme boi you ain't a match
I make her scream like attack attack
Caspar da boi, had to get on a track
Livin life this is not a game
I don't do this shit for da fame
I'm just tryna spread my name
Don't compare me to you we are not the same
Hair stay swingin like they in a fight
Messin shit up like every night
Take a look in to my future, it's hella bright
All you pussy ass haters gettin blinded by the light
Mess with the grind like eryday
Negativity stay the fck away
Ain't stoppin till the ground is where i lay
So until then I guess we here to stay
Man i knew from the beginning we gone shut it down
All the homies say they real but they not around
Only dirt you'll have on me is that shit underground
Messin up ya city yea messin up ya town
Long hair yea we don't care
Man, fck ya feelins life isn't fair
Just pullin a posty, what's up there
Man fck opinions go ahead and stare
Yea we comin for the gold you can hear it my tone
Yea we comin for the gold and i'm not ridin alone, yea we skrt
Up in z then i swear that be gone, pop yo shit just like ollie and i'm talkin hella boned!
Couple hunid thousand in my pocket that's just on me
I been doing things alone but I'm not lonely
I aint rollin with no 20s 50s only
And you know Im giving back to all my homies
You ain't squad
You ain't homie (yuh)
Credits
Writer(s): Skyler Davis
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