Radio Song
They said 8er need a radio song
Like i aint got 1
Like i aint drop 1
I know u seen my drive yall been riding shotgun
Bad alil bitch is who im gettin top from
I pull up on u muffuckas no rap
Strap up 2 bitches nigga not 1
I aint got time for u fake niggas
Pump fakin wit da bread actin like u got sum
Bad energy a make u lose ya luck quick
Im the guy u dont really wanna fuck wit
Call my shooters directors these niggas cut clips
Got damn more bail money tuck shit...
these rappers know 8 potential threat
Bill collection like Essential debt
Cash in hand or credentials check
But With all the hate is where it disconnect
I can never hate on anuh man
Thought u was my nigga where da luv man
Keep a clip wen i come for da drugs man
Out window wit da bread like bruh man
I am leader of the new school
I am the mascot for havenots
And judging by the looks of the bullshit
Im guess you deserve what cha ass got
They said VibeCity need a radio song
Like i aint got 1
I already got heavy flow goin
Niagara Falls wit da ones
My hitta ron marksmen got sent up da precinct
I pick up da price then they pick up da piece
Cant pick up his life but we can split up da deep ends
Cant slip up u clip up n zip up from each in
They said dot need a radio song like what hip hop or
Maybe R and B
I got all these books and they aint just words it be
Guaranteed something that will spark the streets
Tryna hop on my shit im like pardon me
Its gon be a lot of drama like the carter three
I dont put on no facade bitch I got that drive and
Honestly bro that be all it be
And speaking of bro we aint really that
When you question my tracks witcho silly ass
I fuck around snap get really mad
Man I always had that and its still a fact
Im going real hard aint no peeling back
Gotta keep the music in they face
Aint shit free no I need to be paid from
Everytime I slaved jotting notes on that page
Jottin notes on my cellular on the bus in traffic
Yeah pure dedication
Imma be up on the map fuck what they saying
Imma drop a hot track probably call it cajun
Let it cook up yeah I probably braise
Come out like perfection drop dead amazing
They gon be like got damn right when they taste it
Thats another dot special straight sensation
What they talkin bout
Like i aint got 1
Like i aint drop 1
I know u seen my drive yall been riding shotgun
Bad alil bitch is who im gettin top from
I pull up on u muffuckas no rap
Strap up 2 bitches nigga not 1
I aint got time for u fake niggas
Pump fakin wit da bread actin like u got sum
Bad energy a make u lose ya luck quick
Im the guy u dont really wanna fuck wit
Call my shooters directors these niggas cut clips
Got damn more bail money tuck shit...
these rappers know 8 potential threat
Bill collection like Essential debt
Cash in hand or credentials check
But With all the hate is where it disconnect
I can never hate on anuh man
Thought u was my nigga where da luv man
Keep a clip wen i come for da drugs man
Out window wit da bread like bruh man
I am leader of the new school
I am the mascot for havenots
And judging by the looks of the bullshit
Im guess you deserve what cha ass got
They said VibeCity need a radio song
Like i aint got 1
I already got heavy flow goin
Niagara Falls wit da ones
My hitta ron marksmen got sent up da precinct
I pick up da price then they pick up da piece
Cant pick up his life but we can split up da deep ends
Cant slip up u clip up n zip up from each in
They said dot need a radio song like what hip hop or
Maybe R and B
I got all these books and they aint just words it be
Guaranteed something that will spark the streets
Tryna hop on my shit im like pardon me
Its gon be a lot of drama like the carter three
I dont put on no facade bitch I got that drive and
Honestly bro that be all it be
And speaking of bro we aint really that
When you question my tracks witcho silly ass
I fuck around snap get really mad
Man I always had that and its still a fact
Im going real hard aint no peeling back
Gotta keep the music in they face
Aint shit free no I need to be paid from
Everytime I slaved jotting notes on that page
Jottin notes on my cellular on the bus in traffic
Yeah pure dedication
Imma be up on the map fuck what they saying
Imma drop a hot track probably call it cajun
Let it cook up yeah I probably braise
Come out like perfection drop dead amazing
They gon be like got damn right when they taste it
Thats another dot special straight sensation
What they talkin bout
Credits
Writer(s): Lenardo Simpkins
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