Never Hesitate
I be trappin out the stu
Making music
Making moves
Making money cuz
They love to hate
Get the money
Never hesitate
Blow the pounds
When I see the hate
All you bitches
Trynna get a taste
Ain't no samples
Got to pay to play
Run around
Got you going cray
I really dont fuck with no boo
I rather go cop me some trues
Religion is something you chose
Forgiveness is something they lose
The packs and the racks come in twos
These bitches I smash em by twos
I know that they love and they hate it
Ain't got no choice but to take it
I had to go ahead bring it back
The stacks and the packs in the back
Im swervin she likin my sack
Off a pill its gon take me back
To the past
Man ill never go back
Pray for better times
Wanna see plaques
10 By 10 the size of the pack
10 By 10 the size of the pack
Fuck the old me
He chassin the pussy
Member old heads called me a rookie
Till i went and filled up the bag
Now all i see is the palms on they hand
Want a hand out lil pusst get back
You best get up and get off yo ass
Had no help man i did it from scratch
Turkey bags thats my personal stash
I be trappin out the stu
Making music
Making moves
Making money cuz
They love to hate
Get the money
Never hesitate
Blow the pounds
When I see the hate
All you bitches
Trynna get a taste
Ain't no samples
Got to pay to play
Run around
Got you going cray
I swear that she can't get enough
Going crazy she said i could fuck
Blowing woods we aint smoking no dutch
Play wit me then yo ass gone get touched
Yea my shooter he keep that shit tucked
Come and test me you think its all love
Come and test me you think this shit sweet
Like a cavity holes in your teeth
Fuck around fuck yo bitch on the beach
Send her back wit some sand in her cheeks
Said its hurting im going to deep
And She love it she said you to sweet
Cant get money you stupid you sleep
I count money when im still asleep
Thats the reason why im out here winning
And you still on the couch chassin bitches
You a rapper
No you not just admit it
Say you rappin thats just for the bitches
I be rappin to increase my riches
From the struggle i had to go get it
Put my money on myself now lets get it
Pocket watching that shit get you robbed
Play wit me leave it up to my god
He gone get you a bitch you fraud
Keep yo head dont give up on yourself
Had to rank up im not my old self
From the bottom i got it myself
Yea im out here im movin real stealth
And you peepin you haters you frauds
And you out here you play wit your god
Run it back back and we never on pause
For the money we get it you lost
I be trappin out the stu
Making music
Making moves
Making money cuz
They love to hate
Get the money
Never hesitate
Blow the pounds
When I see the hate
All you bitches
Tryna get a taste
Ain't no samples
Got to pay to play
Run around
Got you going cray
Making music
Making moves
Making money cuz
They love to hate
Get the money
Never hesitate
Blow the pounds
When I see the hate
All you bitches
Trynna get a taste
Ain't no samples
Got to pay to play
Run around
Got you going cray
I really dont fuck with no boo
I rather go cop me some trues
Religion is something you chose
Forgiveness is something they lose
The packs and the racks come in twos
These bitches I smash em by twos
I know that they love and they hate it
Ain't got no choice but to take it
I had to go ahead bring it back
The stacks and the packs in the back
Im swervin she likin my sack
Off a pill its gon take me back
To the past
Man ill never go back
Pray for better times
Wanna see plaques
10 By 10 the size of the pack
10 By 10 the size of the pack
Fuck the old me
He chassin the pussy
Member old heads called me a rookie
Till i went and filled up the bag
Now all i see is the palms on they hand
Want a hand out lil pusst get back
You best get up and get off yo ass
Had no help man i did it from scratch
Turkey bags thats my personal stash
I be trappin out the stu
Making music
Making moves
Making money cuz
They love to hate
Get the money
Never hesitate
Blow the pounds
When I see the hate
All you bitches
Trynna get a taste
Ain't no samples
Got to pay to play
Run around
Got you going cray
I swear that she can't get enough
Going crazy she said i could fuck
Blowing woods we aint smoking no dutch
Play wit me then yo ass gone get touched
Yea my shooter he keep that shit tucked
Come and test me you think its all love
Come and test me you think this shit sweet
Like a cavity holes in your teeth
Fuck around fuck yo bitch on the beach
Send her back wit some sand in her cheeks
Said its hurting im going to deep
And She love it she said you to sweet
Cant get money you stupid you sleep
I count money when im still asleep
Thats the reason why im out here winning
And you still on the couch chassin bitches
You a rapper
No you not just admit it
Say you rappin thats just for the bitches
I be rappin to increase my riches
From the struggle i had to go get it
Put my money on myself now lets get it
Pocket watching that shit get you robbed
Play wit me leave it up to my god
He gone get you a bitch you fraud
Keep yo head dont give up on yourself
Had to rank up im not my old self
From the bottom i got it myself
Yea im out here im movin real stealth
And you peepin you haters you frauds
And you out here you play wit your god
Run it back back and we never on pause
For the money we get it you lost
I be trappin out the stu
Making music
Making moves
Making money cuz
They love to hate
Get the money
Never hesitate
Blow the pounds
When I see the hate
All you bitches
Tryna get a taste
Ain't no samples
Got to pay to play
Run around
Got you going cray
Credits
Writer(s): Cody Patino
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