Intro

Yo I be like damn, hmmm, wait
Niggas still asleep? Ok
Ima keep on shellin' every day
Ima keep on shaking them awake
Aw shit, that's bait
Niggas talkin' foggy they don't do it to my face
See me at the light press a button it's a race
Ima win, I see niggas trynna sound like Kazzy Chase
It's straight nigga ima switch it up on every take
You couldn't fill the shoes on my feet
I just cruise on the beat
Nigga go on put em on, lose pace
Boy, the addy first place I win nigga every time
Check the record, nigga hella died
Clash with kazzy that's a mazza noodle splatter
Swear your death gonna be televised
I ain't ever lie bodies under every line

Wait stop
I'm on my way to the top
On my night stand there's a glock, pineapple Fanta, and Wok
Me and all the dawgs on the way in
Big homie said shoot I'm like "say when"
Still don't got time for the pagans
And still do road on the same ten
Now the crib 10 minutes from the gate
No code, big screen if I recognize your face it's a go
All gold from my head to the floor I'm froze
I chose chasing money and my goals over hoes
Lord knows how it goes when I'm focused on the flows
Touch road with the bros me and Ghost in a ghost
Get fried, get roast be quiet it's a toast why you always do the most

Bitch
Lil Wifi, this time around like Tom how I cruise through the beat with
My eyes wide. Shut ya mouth nigga this is my time
Last year put a couple rappers on they decline
Had some me time, but I'm back now
Couple free rounds, watch 'em back down
Double-D MG nigga I'm holding that down
Still got a body in the basement stacked on the body in the freezer
No free features. man still reachin' I wanna wack this nigga they don't need 'em
I wanna slump these niggas give me a reason
Catch every shot deleted the boy pree it
I see it
I beat ya girl she said no cap you're a pussy just be it
Damn, took the logo to my jeweler and told him to deep freeze it
Damn, take it back every week and tell that nigga to deep clean it
Red on the ground my nigga we don't leave it
Kill niggas, in and out you won't see us
Big money nigga my pockets ain't gon' feed us
I don't know why niggas be talking and don't mean it
Wait wait
No codine and they leanin
We been killing rappers I'm fiending
Seen them out in public then bleed them
We went clashes every time
Bring them steaming
Throw that nigga in the deep end
I just wanna see him leaking



Credits
Writer(s): Keon Smith
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