Incoming
Yeah
Walk in the spot I make look mad
I don't need em there's nothing they could add
Into my life, she want the rights
To take a flight that's on my behalf
But I can't fuck around with no bitches who just be money grubby for the cash
Oh no I gotta laugh
Oh no I can't relapse
Oh no I can't relax
Oh woah I been in my bag
On my bro I came with a stack
And if that shit fold know he got my back
I heard that he told your nigga a rat
I know he foe that's facts
Know I got friends
I got bros
I got enemies
No I won't bend I won't fold I'm the real mvp
Can't touch my neck you know it's cold know that god blessing me
Bitch I been high I been low demons still follow me
But you know I'm a demon too
So I guess I gotta bring the crew
But I don't wanna ride with my tool
My boy crazy he might bust a move
Bitch I'm fly and sick like I got bird flue
Young heart breaker I don't wanna hurt you
I been serving these packs no I don't got a curfew
Bitch I stay in the trap you lil niggas like urkel
They try ride the wave they can't surf ouu
I'm still making plays like I ain't got no virtues
Yeah
Yah My young boy ride with a blick on him
When it comes to the racks know the stick on em
I got dirty money man it's incoming
Look at all these niggas man I been son em
Bitch you let me down shit was disappointing
But I gotta go harder
I already told you niggas move smarter
Bitch I'm minding my business and I'm drinking my water
You can see in my face lil bitch I don't get bother
Like Imma go broke for some shit that I ordered
My boys on go we can't be moving disordered
I was underground like I was an explorer
Bitch you gotta hit my line I ain't working no corner
My bro ain't a boy so you know he got a Burna
Got a polo pink hat just like Timmy turner
Bitch I might do em dirty like I work at Warner
Yah My young boy ride with a blick on him
When it comes to the racks know the stick on em
I got dirty money man it's incoming
Look at all these niggas man I been son em
Bitch you let me down shit was disappointing
But I gotta go harder
I already told you niggas move smarter
Said I already told you niggas move smarter
Ahh move smarter
Ahh move smarter
Ahh swear to God
I got bitches in my yard...
Walk in the spot I make look mad
I don't need em there's nothing they could add
Into my life, she want the rights
To take a flight that's on my behalf
But I can't fuck around with no bitches who just be money grubby for the cash
Oh no I gotta laugh
Oh no I can't relapse
Oh no I can't relax
Oh woah I been in my bag
On my bro I came with a stack
And if that shit fold know he got my back
I heard that he told your nigga a rat
I know he foe that's facts
Know I got friends
I got bros
I got enemies
No I won't bend I won't fold I'm the real mvp
Can't touch my neck you know it's cold know that god blessing me
Bitch I been high I been low demons still follow me
But you know I'm a demon too
So I guess I gotta bring the crew
But I don't wanna ride with my tool
My boy crazy he might bust a move
Bitch I'm fly and sick like I got bird flue
Young heart breaker I don't wanna hurt you
I been serving these packs no I don't got a curfew
Bitch I stay in the trap you lil niggas like urkel
They try ride the wave they can't surf ouu
I'm still making plays like I ain't got no virtues
Yeah
Yah My young boy ride with a blick on him
When it comes to the racks know the stick on em
I got dirty money man it's incoming
Look at all these niggas man I been son em
Bitch you let me down shit was disappointing
But I gotta go harder
I already told you niggas move smarter
Bitch I'm minding my business and I'm drinking my water
You can see in my face lil bitch I don't get bother
Like Imma go broke for some shit that I ordered
My boys on go we can't be moving disordered
I was underground like I was an explorer
Bitch you gotta hit my line I ain't working no corner
My bro ain't a boy so you know he got a Burna
Got a polo pink hat just like Timmy turner
Bitch I might do em dirty like I work at Warner
Yah My young boy ride with a blick on him
When it comes to the racks know the stick on em
I got dirty money man it's incoming
Look at all these niggas man I been son em
Bitch you let me down shit was disappointing
But I gotta go harder
I already told you niggas move smarter
Said I already told you niggas move smarter
Ahh move smarter
Ahh move smarter
Ahh swear to God
I got bitches in my yard...
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Writer(s): Ubani Edi-lawani
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