2020 Vision (feat. Stack Souloh)

Bad bitches on my neck now
You know that I gotta flex now
I've been too busy getting money
Never send your bitch text now
2020 and I see the vision
Young nigga, I'm feeling blessed now
I feel like I am the best out
Big dog got my chest out
All of my niggas finesse now
Roll a wood, I'm in the damn clouds
On the block, I'm getting big clout
Only fucking with the best now
Balmains with a bus downs
All of these bitches is bus downs
They just want a nigga for count
Getting money and you mad now
Yeah
Got a bitch she bad now
All I know is get a bag now
You don't get money, you assed out
Yeah
Got a bitch her with ass out

Get the bag, then I flip it like triple h
Off exotic, bitch I'm higher than heavens gates
I'm an animal, go hard as a fuckin apes
From the grave, had to scramble and fuckin scrape
In a hell in a cell, had to break out my cage
I'm reading the fakers while they write new pages
I swear I hate hoes and I swear I hate basics
Got a hole in my heart and it's darker than Haitians
Yeah
She a ten, I might do a lil chase
Yeah
She a thottie, then I will disengage
Yeah
Burning woods like I'm burning up sage
Need a million don't do minimum wage
Blowing up like I threw a grenade
Work to hard like I'm carrying freight
I made it far, I can handle my weight
We're not the same, no you cannot equate
Yeah
I cannot be tamed, I cannot be swayed
All the niggas fake, they don't make moves
They just contemplate, I don't hesitate
I been working harder than fuckin slave
You gone need a doctor, cuz I'm sickening
Watch your fuckin posture when you come at me
Yeah
I been balling, tell these haters look at me
I be pouring drink and I be smoking weed
And my dick longer than a limousine
I make these hoes keep me in their fuckin dreams
She a pro when she getting on her knees
Haters pros when it comes to being creeps
Imma pro when it comes to making schemes
For the low, i be getting pressure p's
I don't force shit, I just plant the seed
I eat rappers up like a fuckin feast
Shorty hit my line so I can spread the cheeks
I roll, rip, and then I repeat

Pull up the hoes they be looking out
I get a lick ima make it count
Money money, I can't live without
Yeah
Off the drugs like a physician
I'm in a whole new position
I break down the decimals like its division
Ay
I come from the trenches
But now I am balling and they on the benches
Smoking exotic, that shit is exquisite
Bitches, they only want me for the digits
I hit that pussy and I am ditching
If you snitching then we leave you with stitches
My head be spinning like it is a fidget
I am big headed like I am a midget
All of my bitches believe that I'm with it
I'm getting money and I'm never quitting
Money can't fit cus the denim is fitted
I'm a lil hoe and yes I can admit it
Fuck niggas they are permitted
And if you starting shit then imma finish
My money, that shit will never diminish
Every day nigga, I gotta replenish
My weed got three different stenches
Hit that shit one time and I started twitching
On the block, shit live but we ain't twitching
When I get rich you know I ain't switching
Don't got a question it, I am the realist
It's a new wave but you sleeping with fishes

Bad bitches on my neck now
You know that I gotta flex now
I've been too busy getting money
Never send your bitch text now
2020 and I see the vision
Young nigga, I'm feeling blessed now
I feel like I am the best out
Big dog got my chest out
All of my niggas finesse now
Roll a wood, I'm in the damn clouds
On the block, I'm getting big clout
Only fucking with the best now
Balmains with a bus downs
All of these bitches is bus downs
They just want a nigga for count
Getting money and you mad now
Yeah
Got a bitch she bad now



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Writer(s): Khyron Henry, Devonte Roundtree
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