Heavenly!
Been wearing that 'preme since I was just 17
How did you think that you were gone step to me?
In all white and black like I was a referee
I hop on the track and I'm just so heavenly
I'm just a young nigga with a pedigree
You just a op, don't care what you telling me
4:20 o'clock I know they be smelling me
Too many kids, they always be meddling
I got a lot of hoes, keep them separately
I had to tell one not to message me
Don't really care 'less she be sexing me
Not gonna mess with negative energy
I don't know one nigga wishing well on me
I'm finally snap a nigga like some celery
Don't really want it, don't care what you selling me
I get them Bills like Mr. Bellamy
(I love you, Gorhan)
Yeah, I'm tryna go my lanes keep switching
I ruined his day, I ruined his mission
My pen is my blade and I keep killing
I'm fucking his maid, I'm telling his children
I'm fucking this hoe and she a vixen
She doing that coke but I'm still sipping
It's up in her nose, it's up in her system
I'm up in her throat, I'm up in her sister (yah, yah)
(Yah yah)
(She calling my phone I didn't wanna answer)
(She calling my phone yah)
(She calling my phone yah)
(She calling my phone yah yah)
She calling my phone, I don't wanna answer
He don't want the smoke, he don't want the cancer
And I'm gonna grow like I'm in a planter
Yeah I am that bro, you say you're a fan of
You act like a ho, I want you to man up
I'm setting these goals, but you are so random
And I'm gonna glow, till I get my bands up
And I'm gonna glow, till I get my bands up
Zooming fast down the freeway
I'm blowing on gas and smoking on cheesecake
Pretty soon I won't see straight
Baby girl it's gone be late
I get it back but it's not a rebate
I be like Magma with the Heat Wave
I'm going up just like a rocket
Run in your door, we ain't gonna knock it
Run up them bags, and run out your pockets
You wanna get mad, well lil nigga stop it
And I'm with the Mexicans, I'm with the Papas
I'm eating vanilla and I'm eating chocolate
He sipping that truss, don't know what wok is
I'm getting them bucks, I'm getting that profit
I got my money up into abundance
I get it bagged up by the onion
I'm smoking on cookie, I'm smoking on muffin
He saying he own it but nigga I run it
But I'm tryna go, my lanes keep switching
Yeah, I'm tryna go, my lanes keep switching
I ruined his day, I ruined his mission (yah, yah)
Been wearing that 'preme since I was just 17
How did you think that you were gone step to me?
In all white and black like I was a referee
I hop on the track and I'm just so heavenly
I'm just a young nigga with a pedigree
You just a op, don't care what you telling me
4:20 o'clock I know they be smelling me
Too many kids, they always be meddling
I got a lot of hoes, keep them separately
I had to tell one not to message me
Don't really care 'less she be sexing me
Not gonna mess with negative energy
I don't know one nigga wishing well on me
I'm finally snap a nigga like some celery
Don't really want it, don't care what you selling me
I get them Bills like Mr. Bellamy
Yeah, I'm tryna go, my lanes keep switching
I ruined his day, I ruined his mission
My pen is my blade and I keep killing
I'm fucking his maid, I'm telling his children
I'm fucking this hoe and she a vixen
She doing that coke but I'm still sipping
It's up in her nose, it's up in her system
I'm up in her throat, I'm up in her sister
How did you think that you were gone step to me?
In all white and black like I was a referee
I hop on the track and I'm just so heavenly
I'm just a young nigga with a pedigree
You just a op, don't care what you telling me
4:20 o'clock I know they be smelling me
Too many kids, they always be meddling
I got a lot of hoes, keep them separately
I had to tell one not to message me
Don't really care 'less she be sexing me
Not gonna mess with negative energy
I don't know one nigga wishing well on me
I'm finally snap a nigga like some celery
Don't really want it, don't care what you selling me
I get them Bills like Mr. Bellamy
(I love you, Gorhan)
Yeah, I'm tryna go my lanes keep switching
I ruined his day, I ruined his mission
My pen is my blade and I keep killing
I'm fucking his maid, I'm telling his children
I'm fucking this hoe and she a vixen
She doing that coke but I'm still sipping
It's up in her nose, it's up in her system
I'm up in her throat, I'm up in her sister (yah, yah)
(Yah yah)
(She calling my phone I didn't wanna answer)
(She calling my phone yah)
(She calling my phone yah)
(She calling my phone yah yah)
She calling my phone, I don't wanna answer
He don't want the smoke, he don't want the cancer
And I'm gonna grow like I'm in a planter
Yeah I am that bro, you say you're a fan of
You act like a ho, I want you to man up
I'm setting these goals, but you are so random
And I'm gonna glow, till I get my bands up
And I'm gonna glow, till I get my bands up
Zooming fast down the freeway
I'm blowing on gas and smoking on cheesecake
Pretty soon I won't see straight
Baby girl it's gone be late
I get it back but it's not a rebate
I be like Magma with the Heat Wave
I'm going up just like a rocket
Run in your door, we ain't gonna knock it
Run up them bags, and run out your pockets
You wanna get mad, well lil nigga stop it
And I'm with the Mexicans, I'm with the Papas
I'm eating vanilla and I'm eating chocolate
He sipping that truss, don't know what wok is
I'm getting them bucks, I'm getting that profit
I got my money up into abundance
I get it bagged up by the onion
I'm smoking on cookie, I'm smoking on muffin
He saying he own it but nigga I run it
But I'm tryna go, my lanes keep switching
Yeah, I'm tryna go, my lanes keep switching
I ruined his day, I ruined his mission (yah, yah)
Been wearing that 'preme since I was just 17
How did you think that you were gone step to me?
In all white and black like I was a referee
I hop on the track and I'm just so heavenly
I'm just a young nigga with a pedigree
You just a op, don't care what you telling me
4:20 o'clock I know they be smelling me
Too many kids, they always be meddling
I got a lot of hoes, keep them separately
I had to tell one not to message me
Don't really care 'less she be sexing me
Not gonna mess with negative energy
I don't know one nigga wishing well on me
I'm finally snap a nigga like some celery
Don't really want it, don't care what you selling me
I get them Bills like Mr. Bellamy
Yeah, I'm tryna go, my lanes keep switching
I ruined his day, I ruined his mission
My pen is my blade and I keep killing
I'm fucking his maid, I'm telling his children
I'm fucking this hoe and she a vixen
She doing that coke but I'm still sipping
It's up in her nose, it's up in her system
I'm up in her throat, I'm up in her sister
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Writer(s): Devin Thomas
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