MOS (feat. YVN Legazy & Young H.O.F)
Pass me the blunt, I'm bouta get high in here, yeah
Too many guns but not enough fire (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Been wearing the same shoes, now I feel like I'm tired (yeah)
I'm mixing designer, just call me your father
These rappers swear they real
But they really ain't bout it
There was a death around the corner
Shh
A moment of silence
DOA
Moment of silence
DOA
Moment of silence
Dead on arrival, yeah
Say hello to my rivals
Catching bullets like a spiral
Blood on the curb piru
Throw the mask on
Where the gloves at
We bouta get rich today yeah
I'm tired of robbing
Just wanna party
I wanna get lit today
Need me a glass house for the face of it
Need me a few bands so I'm chasing it
Air force ones so I ain't lacing em
Dmoney the money man, but I'm better yeah
Shawty can't leave me alone
Too attached, yeah she stuck in zones yeah
Dropped a project now I'm on
Counting stream money yeah you know that I'm blessed
This my lifestyle nigga
Don't let this lifestyle get ya
Everybody wanna rap
Until they time start ticking
Gun sticking out the window
See the fire in his eyes
See the fire in his eyes
DOA, yeah a nigga gon ride
Pass me the blunt, I'm bouta get high in here yeah
Too many guns but not enough fire yeah
Been wearing the same shoes, now I feel like I'm tired (yeah)
I'm mixing designer, just call me your father
Pass me the blunt, I'm bouta get high in here yeah
Too many guns but not enough fire yeah
Been wearing the same shoes, now I feel like I'm tired (yeah)
I'm mixing designer, just call me your father
These rappers swear they real
But they really ain't bout it
There was a death around the corner
Shh
A moment of silence
DOA
Moment of silence
DOA
Moment of silence
Hold on baby
Don't fall for the hesi the shit can get crazy
I'm in my zone now who's really gon play me
Legazy me and Dmoney go crazy
Yeah we go crazy
I need a hunnit bands
Not a hunnit friends
Make me understand
You know that I'm the man
Do 'em with no hands
Put 'em in a trans
Pull up with four five gangstas
Doing my dance but I am not a dancer yeah
Paint em like Marilyn Manson
Hold em for ransom
Twenty minutes just to answer
You know me I stay with the strap
Heard about you boy don't you lack
Know some goons that stay in the trap
I got some shooters they put you in a pack
Call up the shooter
Yeah he never hesi
Say you want smoke
Then this shit'll get messy
Chasing the money
You know I get plenty
Worried bout beef
I'm jus tryna get wealthy
Glock 43 it'll leave yo ass empty
OG keep it on him, he always steady
Talking that smoke then you better be ready
Talking that smoke then you better be ready, yeah
Always on attack
I could never slack
If you talking
We gon pull up in all black
Money on ya head
Fill em up lead
If bro get caught up
Then you know I got a stack yeah
What other nigga you know kill his own beat
I'm balling hard yeah I feel like Ginóbili
I'm in my zone, yeah I'm feeling holy
We got the drop, so we creeping up slowly
If I don't have gang with me, I do it lonely
Can't fuck with many cause these niggas phony
I was down bad, man I had to go lowkey
I ain't a savage but don't you provoke me
Pass me the blunt, I'm bouta get high in here, yeah
Too many guns but not enough fire, yeah
Been wearing the same shoes, now I feel like I'm tired (yeah)
I'm mixing designer, just call me your father
DOA
Moment of silence
DOA
Moment of silence
Too many guns but not enough fire (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Been wearing the same shoes, now I feel like I'm tired (yeah)
I'm mixing designer, just call me your father
These rappers swear they real
But they really ain't bout it
There was a death around the corner
Shh
A moment of silence
DOA
Moment of silence
DOA
Moment of silence
Dead on arrival, yeah
Say hello to my rivals
Catching bullets like a spiral
Blood on the curb piru
Throw the mask on
Where the gloves at
We bouta get rich today yeah
I'm tired of robbing
Just wanna party
I wanna get lit today
Need me a glass house for the face of it
Need me a few bands so I'm chasing it
Air force ones so I ain't lacing em
Dmoney the money man, but I'm better yeah
Shawty can't leave me alone
Too attached, yeah she stuck in zones yeah
Dropped a project now I'm on
Counting stream money yeah you know that I'm blessed
This my lifestyle nigga
Don't let this lifestyle get ya
Everybody wanna rap
Until they time start ticking
Gun sticking out the window
See the fire in his eyes
See the fire in his eyes
DOA, yeah a nigga gon ride
Pass me the blunt, I'm bouta get high in here yeah
Too many guns but not enough fire yeah
Been wearing the same shoes, now I feel like I'm tired (yeah)
I'm mixing designer, just call me your father
Pass me the blunt, I'm bouta get high in here yeah
Too many guns but not enough fire yeah
Been wearing the same shoes, now I feel like I'm tired (yeah)
I'm mixing designer, just call me your father
These rappers swear they real
But they really ain't bout it
There was a death around the corner
Shh
A moment of silence
DOA
Moment of silence
DOA
Moment of silence
Hold on baby
Don't fall for the hesi the shit can get crazy
I'm in my zone now who's really gon play me
Legazy me and Dmoney go crazy
Yeah we go crazy
I need a hunnit bands
Not a hunnit friends
Make me understand
You know that I'm the man
Do 'em with no hands
Put 'em in a trans
Pull up with four five gangstas
Doing my dance but I am not a dancer yeah
Paint em like Marilyn Manson
Hold em for ransom
Twenty minutes just to answer
You know me I stay with the strap
Heard about you boy don't you lack
Know some goons that stay in the trap
I got some shooters they put you in a pack
Call up the shooter
Yeah he never hesi
Say you want smoke
Then this shit'll get messy
Chasing the money
You know I get plenty
Worried bout beef
I'm jus tryna get wealthy
Glock 43 it'll leave yo ass empty
OG keep it on him, he always steady
Talking that smoke then you better be ready
Talking that smoke then you better be ready, yeah
Always on attack
I could never slack
If you talking
We gon pull up in all black
Money on ya head
Fill em up lead
If bro get caught up
Then you know I got a stack yeah
What other nigga you know kill his own beat
I'm balling hard yeah I feel like Ginóbili
I'm in my zone, yeah I'm feeling holy
We got the drop, so we creeping up slowly
If I don't have gang with me, I do it lonely
Can't fuck with many cause these niggas phony
I was down bad, man I had to go lowkey
I ain't a savage but don't you provoke me
Pass me the blunt, I'm bouta get high in here, yeah
Too many guns but not enough fire, yeah
Been wearing the same shoes, now I feel like I'm tired (yeah)
I'm mixing designer, just call me your father
DOA
Moment of silence
DOA
Moment of silence
Credits
Writer(s): David Taveras
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