Robatussin
My bars are sick
Need robatussin
You think i'm capping my homies are bussin
I'll end you quick
If you keep coming
I'm it and it's tag all you bitches are running
I hit a lick
Jewelry was stunning
Homie was scared so he called up his cousin
Cousin pulled up
We started gunnin
Now it's family reunion running
Na i don't wast time
Gucci belt buckle up on my waste line
People say troubles gross, to me it taste fine
Was stressed now I get that it's takes time
There was no path so I had to make mine
Got to be focused there's no mistake time
Cuz of school, I would waste all my daytime
Ain't nobody give shit to me had to take mine
I just been vibing, no dms i'm sliding, i'm riding right past all you scum
This is my timing, to the top i'm climbing they lying to me think i'm dumb
heart of lion, to stop me their trying, i'm flying I own y'all my sons
How y'all be hatin, it's money i'm making, I don't care what your saying i won
My bars are sick
Need robatussin
You think i'm capping my homies are bussin
I'll end you quick
If you keep coming
I'm it and it's tag all you bitches are running
I hit a lick
Jewelry was stunning
Homie was scared so he called up his cousin
Cousin pulled up
We started gunnin
Now it's family reunion running
Need robatussin
You think i'm capping my homies are bussin
I'll end you quick
If you keep coming
I'm it and it's tag all you bitches are running
I hit a lick
Jewelry was stunning
Homie was scared so he called up his cousin
Cousin pulled up
We started gunnin
Now it's family reunion running
Na i don't wast time
Gucci belt buckle up on my waste line
People say troubles gross, to me it taste fine
Was stressed now I get that it's takes time
There was no path so I had to make mine
Got to be focused there's no mistake time
Cuz of school, I would waste all my daytime
Ain't nobody give shit to me had to take mine
I just been vibing, no dms i'm sliding, i'm riding right past all you scum
This is my timing, to the top i'm climbing they lying to me think i'm dumb
heart of lion, to stop me their trying, i'm flying I own y'all my sons
How y'all be hatin, it's money i'm making, I don't care what your saying i won
My bars are sick
Need robatussin
You think i'm capping my homies are bussin
I'll end you quick
If you keep coming
I'm it and it's tag all you bitches are running
I hit a lick
Jewelry was stunning
Homie was scared so he called up his cousin
Cousin pulled up
We started gunnin
Now it's family reunion running
Credits
Writer(s): Ezra Franks
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