Intro
Yeah
New two tone shit hit like King Kong
I know I been getting in their head I'm like a new song
Legends die young round here gotta stay strong
Damn I miss my dogs haven't talked to them in too long
You ain't with the moving you gonna end up getting goofed on
I know they depending on me tell them just to hold on
I been talking Fax like I'm connected to a home phone
Shorty love my shit she bout to turn it to her ringtone
I remember picking up and flipping like a old phone
Stabbed me in the back I had to go and get some backbone
I was on my own they told me that I wouldn't last long
Now I'm bout to run this shit for longer than a marathon
Love the way I sing I fuck her deep like some baritone
Riding wit my dogs on God I'll never do them wrong
Money on your head like a pillow when your tooth gone
I know shit gonna happen like it happen all the time now
Shorty do it til she need a time out
Drop so low gotta climb out
This a wave that'll never die out
Ball hard like I'm at a try out
Told me that I couldn't so you know I went and did that
Launch control make the new drop kick back
Ran up all my numbers had to hit them with the real stats
Praying for my haters cause I know they had to feel that
I just do the numbers watch them go up like a stock budget
I am not fronting got the game on lock button
Walk by they do a 180 like a pop shove it
I been on a run but I don't run unless the cops coming
Talk but never pop nothing you can learn a lot from me
Feel sorry for a broke boy no apology
No smoke zone but we violating policy
Yeah huh Yeah
Bitch I'm putting on tell them little dogs get gone
Stopped being nice I was tired of getting stepped on
Staring at me I be hurting necks like they slept wrong
I'm the one they should've never slept on
Talk to me nice you don't really wanna end up in the next song
End up in the next song
You could really end up in the next song
Shout out to the ones who did me dead wrong
Put them in a hex I'm a put them in a headstone
Making hella moves and make them nauseous give them "Pepto"
Haters throwing rocks I had to turn them into stepping stones
They be tryna copy how I'm talking like Rosetta Stone yeah
They be tryna copy how I'm talking that's the lingo
Don't wanna give them too much it's just the Intro
Yeah
New two tone shit hit like King Kong
I know I been getting in their head I'm like a new song
Legends die young round here gotta stay strong
Damn I miss my dogs haven't talked to them in too long
You ain't with the moving you gonna end up getting goofed on
I know they depending on me tell them just to hold on
I been talking Fax like I'm connected to a home phone
Shorty love my shit she bout to turn it to her ringtone
I remember picking up and flipping like a old phone
Stabbed me in the back I had to go and get some backbone
I was on my own they told me that I wouldn't last long
Now I'm bout to run this shit for longer than a marathon
Love the way I sing I fuck her deep like some baritone
Riding wit my dogs on God I'll never do them wrong
Money on your head like a pillow when your tooth gone
I know shit gonna happen like it happen all the time now
Shorty do it til she need a time out
Drop so low gotta climb out
This a wave that'll never die out
Ball hard like I'm at a try out
Told me that I couldn't so you know I went and did that
Launch control make the new drop kick back
Ran up all my numbers had to hit them with the real stats
Praying for my haters cause I know they had to feel that
I just do the numbers watch them go up like a stock budget
I am not fronting got the game on lock button
Walk by they do a 180 like a pop shove it
I been on a run but I don't run unless the cops coming
Talk but never pop nothing you can learn a lot from me
Feel sorry for a broke boy no apology
No smoke zone but we violating policy
Yeah huh Yeah
Bitch I'm putting on tell them little dogs get gone
Stopped being nice I was tired of getting stepped on
Staring at me I be hurting necks like they slept wrong
I'm the one they should've never slept on
Talk to me nice you don't really wanna end up in the next song
End up in the next song
You could really end up in the next song
Shout out to the ones who did me dead wrong
Put them in a hex I'm a put them in a headstone
Making hella moves and make them nauseous give them "Pepto"
Haters throwing rocks I had to turn them into stepping stones
They be tryna copy how I'm talking like Rosetta Stone yeah
They be tryna copy how I'm talking that's the lingo
Don't wanna give them too much it's just the Intro
Yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Vincent Cirlincione
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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