Intro
I know I'm that nigga tell me some' new
I feel like a goofy if I mention you
I been in my bag and you ain't have a clue
Cause I just be lowkey like I'm supposed to do
Hop in that Benz push start, I ain't got no roof
Grinding I done went far, I got gratitude
Why you talkin ra ra, what you tryna do
Foenem pushin hot cars, you gone slide on who
They be geekin we got all the weed
Ain't no reaching we got all the heat, yeah
My lil shorty she want all of me
So I told her she can call on me
I gotta run up a check
Shoutout my team, these niggas know we up next
You better show yo respect
Tweakin wit me, you can get hit in yo neck
You better throw up yo set
You wit police, you just lost all of yo cred
I gotta get to the cheese
Glizzy wit me, all of my niggas gone flex
For all of my niggas you know Ima slide
Sneaky lil bitches you know I despise
Nah you ain't real I can see in yo eyes
Nah I can't listen you tellin me lies
Won't fear a nigga no matter the size
You ain't on shit till you show otherwise
Gotta get money and stay on yo grind (Stay on yo grind, yea)
Had to tell em I need all of mine (I need all of mine, yea) aye
So that mean I'm on it all the time (I be on it all the time, yea) aye
Tell em run my check
Need that shit like right now, right now
VV's on my neck
They bling when you cut the lights out
I earned my respect
Shorty better pipe down, pipe down
Don't make me upset
Get you gone like right now, right now
I feel like a goofy if I mention you
I been in my bag and you ain't have a clue
Cause I just be lowkey like I'm supposed to do
Hop in that Benz push start, I ain't got no roof
Grinding I done went far, I got gratitude
Why you talkin ra ra, what you tryna do
Foenem pushin hot cars, you gone slide on who
They be geekin we got all the weed
Ain't no reaching we got all the heat, yeah
My lil shorty she want all of me
So I told her she can call on me
I gotta run up a check
Shoutout my team, these niggas know we up next
You better show yo respect
Tweakin wit me, you can get hit in yo neck
You better throw up yo set
You wit police, you just lost all of yo cred
I gotta get to the cheese
Glizzy wit me, all of my niggas gone flex
For all of my niggas you know Ima slide
Sneaky lil bitches you know I despise
Nah you ain't real I can see in yo eyes
Nah I can't listen you tellin me lies
Won't fear a nigga no matter the size
You ain't on shit till you show otherwise
Gotta get money and stay on yo grind (Stay on yo grind, yea)
Had to tell em I need all of mine (I need all of mine, yea) aye
So that mean I'm on it all the time (I be on it all the time, yea) aye
Tell em run my check
Need that shit like right now, right now
VV's on my neck
They bling when you cut the lights out
I earned my respect
Shorty better pipe down, pipe down
Don't make me upset
Get you gone like right now, right now
Credits
Writer(s): Derrick Jones
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