Show Up
Yeah
Shouts to Solo Co. man, you know what I'm saying
We back in, we always been here to be honest
Know what I'm saying
You already know how the thing set already, you know what I'm saying
With the dawgs them
What we gone do we tryna just get it we tryna just blow up
If you want money don't argue with me nigga get more up
How the fuck niggas gone lie on our name and they don't even know us
I'm writing my shit and I'm putting it out and I'm keeping it honest
What we gone do I'm tryna just get it I'm tryna just blow up
If you want money don't argue with me nigga get more up
How the fuck niggas gone lie on our name and they don't even know us
I'm writing my shit and I'm putting it out and I'm keeping it honest
Yeah
Listen, Uh
I was judged by birth
Surely short of perfect
I like my bitches flawless
My niggas all consistent
The money old and new
That's big and small faces
Weapons in numerous places
Such as all my haters
9AM I'm baking
10AM I'm banking
No time for conversations
Hundreds in rotation
I do this for the people
They asking for the sequel
Her crop-top is see through
Highest in the room like seagulls
This is what it came to
You ain't feel the pain dude
That's why you can't see these views
She just tryna 'conversate'
I just want the interview
Shorty let's not get it confused
I thought that you bitches knew
I came with none, but I leave with a few
What we gone do we tryna just get it we tryna just blow up
If you want money don't argue with me nigga get more up
How the fuck niggas gone lie on our name and they don't even know us
I'm writing my shit and I'm putting it out and I'm keeping it honest
What we gone do I'm tryna just get it I'm tryna just blow up
If you want money don't argue with me nigga get more up
How the fuck niggas gone lie on our name and they don't even know us
I'm writing my shit and I'm putting it out and I'm keeping it honest
These days I ain't worried 'bout a hater
Solo took the scenic route all we see is vapors
We in Calabasas, cuttin' through the traffic
Shorty want to top me at the red light have some class bitch
Baby got the Birkin
She ain't even workin'
Occupation twerkin'
My style gave her purpose
Woah, I threw some tax dollars at her ass
I wrote her off, put the rest in some rubber bands
Either way I got the upper hand
Playing chess not checkers in my Louis bag
Peep the paddle 'woadie'
We rockin' different brands
You try to level up, but you ain't have no fucking plan
Ain't that bitch a shame
You counted me out, boy you thought it was a game
Kansas City we some chiefs please stay in your lane
Legends in the making
Victory the fragrance
What we gone do we tryna just get it we tryna just blow up
If you want money don't argue with me nigga get more up
How the fuck niggas gone lie on our name and they don't even know us
I'm writing my shit and I'm putting it out and I'm keeping it honest
What we gone do I'm tryna just get it I'm tryna just blow up
If you want money don't argue with me nigga get more up
How the fuck niggas gone lie on our name and they don't even know us
I'm writing my shit and I'm putting it out and I'm keeping it honest
Shouts to Solo Co. man, you know what I'm saying
We back in, we always been here to be honest
Know what I'm saying
You already know how the thing set already, you know what I'm saying
With the dawgs them
What we gone do we tryna just get it we tryna just blow up
If you want money don't argue with me nigga get more up
How the fuck niggas gone lie on our name and they don't even know us
I'm writing my shit and I'm putting it out and I'm keeping it honest
What we gone do I'm tryna just get it I'm tryna just blow up
If you want money don't argue with me nigga get more up
How the fuck niggas gone lie on our name and they don't even know us
I'm writing my shit and I'm putting it out and I'm keeping it honest
Yeah
Listen, Uh
I was judged by birth
Surely short of perfect
I like my bitches flawless
My niggas all consistent
The money old and new
That's big and small faces
Weapons in numerous places
Such as all my haters
9AM I'm baking
10AM I'm banking
No time for conversations
Hundreds in rotation
I do this for the people
They asking for the sequel
Her crop-top is see through
Highest in the room like seagulls
This is what it came to
You ain't feel the pain dude
That's why you can't see these views
She just tryna 'conversate'
I just want the interview
Shorty let's not get it confused
I thought that you bitches knew
I came with none, but I leave with a few
What we gone do we tryna just get it we tryna just blow up
If you want money don't argue with me nigga get more up
How the fuck niggas gone lie on our name and they don't even know us
I'm writing my shit and I'm putting it out and I'm keeping it honest
What we gone do I'm tryna just get it I'm tryna just blow up
If you want money don't argue with me nigga get more up
How the fuck niggas gone lie on our name and they don't even know us
I'm writing my shit and I'm putting it out and I'm keeping it honest
These days I ain't worried 'bout a hater
Solo took the scenic route all we see is vapors
We in Calabasas, cuttin' through the traffic
Shorty want to top me at the red light have some class bitch
Baby got the Birkin
She ain't even workin'
Occupation twerkin'
My style gave her purpose
Woah, I threw some tax dollars at her ass
I wrote her off, put the rest in some rubber bands
Either way I got the upper hand
Playing chess not checkers in my Louis bag
Peep the paddle 'woadie'
We rockin' different brands
You try to level up, but you ain't have no fucking plan
Ain't that bitch a shame
You counted me out, boy you thought it was a game
Kansas City we some chiefs please stay in your lane
Legends in the making
Victory the fragrance
What we gone do we tryna just get it we tryna just blow up
If you want money don't argue with me nigga get more up
How the fuck niggas gone lie on our name and they don't even know us
I'm writing my shit and I'm putting it out and I'm keeping it honest
What we gone do I'm tryna just get it I'm tryna just blow up
If you want money don't argue with me nigga get more up
How the fuck niggas gone lie on our name and they don't even know us
I'm writing my shit and I'm putting it out and I'm keeping it honest
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Writer(s): Bijon Marshall
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