Up for Discussion
No Ion beef into deposit
Know they gone speak a trending Topic
Hype beast bag no need for a wallet
Shooters gone get em and that's for a profit
Internet thugs no ion comment
Looked in the lab can't sit in no office
Entrepreneur done got on my boss shit
Glizzys around but no we don't floss em
Ragu stain I'm sauced up
No jump ball you get tossed up
We cut ties if he crossed us
Ain't bout a bag then you lost us
She kno I'm a artist she start struck
Green faces no Starbucks
Manhunt we get them all touch
Shoutout the gas it be all clutch
Shawty got swag she Giuseppe Steppin
Run up that bag I'm forever flexing
We getting to it don't second guess it
Double the Tecs like a second message
Punch in the bag it's everlasting
Niggas is clowns I'm forever laughing
Just for a track I'm forever taxing
Oh that's ya chick I'm forever smashing
Jumped in the booth and found out I was gifted
Black tee by the pack I make sure that it's fitted
Living the truth you can't say that it's scripted
You said you was gang you was never enlisted
Grind by my lonely can't get a percentage
Shawty wan fuck grabbing my breeches
Here for the ice and want the riches
Freestyle too ain't need a written
Spin in a Uber then they gone lift him
I'm big dawg I beat up the kitten
Running this shit so long pulled a tendon
Realest to do it don't need no pretending
Right out the mud cause I'm independent
Don't give a fuck about you feel offended
Say what I want I ain't need no amendment
I send the paper then they gone pin him
Niggas figured out the plan so we switching the tactics
Mixing the stitch like to switch up the fabrics
Talk out his mouth we hands on like a tablet
Brodie off pills he been poppin them tablets
Talking my shit it done turned to a habit
Right on the floor I was sleeping on pallets
Serving these niggas it's paper or plastic
Shawty elite w the neck she an ostrich
They stealing styles tryna hold it for hostage
Ass w the lines lil bro hit the garbage
Said you was sick was the wrong diagnostics
Stop w the beefing and go get some profit
Keys to this music shit cause I'm a locksmith
Gang around me cause we move like a mosh pit
Running this shit so long ima stop it
Know they gone speak a trending Topic
Hype beast bag no need for a wallet
Shooters gone get em and that's for a profit
Internet thugs no ion comment
Looked in the lab can't sit in no office
Entrepreneur done got on my boss shit
Glizzys around but no we don't floss em
Ragu stain I'm sauced up
No jump ball you get tossed up
We cut ties if he crossed us
Ain't bout a bag then you lost us
She kno I'm a artist she start struck
Green faces no Starbucks
Manhunt we get them all touch
Shoutout the gas it be all clutch
Shawty got swag she Giuseppe Steppin
Run up that bag I'm forever flexing
We getting to it don't second guess it
Double the Tecs like a second message
Punch in the bag it's everlasting
Niggas is clowns I'm forever laughing
Just for a track I'm forever taxing
Oh that's ya chick I'm forever smashing
Jumped in the booth and found out I was gifted
Black tee by the pack I make sure that it's fitted
Living the truth you can't say that it's scripted
You said you was gang you was never enlisted
Grind by my lonely can't get a percentage
Shawty wan fuck grabbing my breeches
Here for the ice and want the riches
Freestyle too ain't need a written
Spin in a Uber then they gone lift him
I'm big dawg I beat up the kitten
Running this shit so long pulled a tendon
Realest to do it don't need no pretending
Right out the mud cause I'm independent
Don't give a fuck about you feel offended
Say what I want I ain't need no amendment
I send the paper then they gone pin him
Niggas figured out the plan so we switching the tactics
Mixing the stitch like to switch up the fabrics
Talk out his mouth we hands on like a tablet
Brodie off pills he been poppin them tablets
Talking my shit it done turned to a habit
Right on the floor I was sleeping on pallets
Serving these niggas it's paper or plastic
Shawty elite w the neck she an ostrich
They stealing styles tryna hold it for hostage
Ass w the lines lil bro hit the garbage
Said you was sick was the wrong diagnostics
Stop w the beefing and go get some profit
Keys to this music shit cause I'm a locksmith
Gang around me cause we move like a mosh pit
Running this shit so long ima stop it
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Writer(s): Murad Robinson
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