Cool Down
I ain't never tripping unless
I miss out on a check
They ain wanna feel it til
I'm steppin on they neck
It be the same ones hating
That was just up on my dick
And I know they still waiting
Imma leave they ass sick
Wait hold up
What they gone do now
Heard you got whole lot of sticks
You'll still get blew down
I started with a brand new glock
But I got two now
You ain never called no shots
Lil boy better sit down
I ain't really got no opps
These niggas real life be fans
Just cause I fucked yo sister
Dont mean that you my mans
I done came up from nothing
I fell in love with bands
Hoes real life be groupies
They fuck who they can
That bitch say I'm boujie
I can't take that L
I feel like I'm Lucci
Tell we wish me well
You niggas and hoes be cap
I really get paid to rap
You gave yo soul to crack
Cause you don't get paid to trap
No Cap
I ain't never tripping unless
I miss out on a check
They ain wanna feel it til
I'm steppin on they neck
It be the same ones hating
That was just up on my dick
And I know they still waiting
Imma leave they ass sick
Wait hold up
What they gone do now
Heard you got whole lot of sticks
You'll still get blew down
I started with a brand new glock
But I got two now
You ain never called no shots
Lil boy better sit down
I miss out on a check
They ain wanna feel it til
I'm steppin on they neck
It be the same ones hating
That was just up on my dick
And I know they still waiting
Imma leave they ass sick
Wait hold up
What they gone do now
Heard you got whole lot of sticks
You'll still get blew down
I started with a brand new glock
But I got two now
You ain never called no shots
Lil boy better sit down
I ain't really got no opps
These niggas real life be fans
Just cause I fucked yo sister
Dont mean that you my mans
I done came up from nothing
I fell in love with bands
Hoes real life be groupies
They fuck who they can
That bitch say I'm boujie
I can't take that L
I feel like I'm Lucci
Tell we wish me well
You niggas and hoes be cap
I really get paid to rap
You gave yo soul to crack
Cause you don't get paid to trap
No Cap
I ain't never tripping unless
I miss out on a check
They ain wanna feel it til
I'm steppin on they neck
It be the same ones hating
That was just up on my dick
And I know they still waiting
Imma leave they ass sick
Wait hold up
What they gone do now
Heard you got whole lot of sticks
You'll still get blew down
I started with a brand new glock
But I got two now
You ain never called no shots
Lil boy better sit down
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Writer(s): Jamarion Darough
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