WYD

Even if I do it big imma feel like I ain't did enough
Load came in gotta break em down sacc it up
Get in traffic sell the work now I'm getting these paper cuts
Niggas know to play wit fire before Dey even play wit us it don't play wit us

Every move I make you know I gotta keep that blickey tucked
Kick so much shit with yo bitch I could've sworn I won the fifa cup
These niggas snake these bitches trash
That's why my trust fucced up
That's why I leave my garage at da curb
And keep my grass cut

Go on the move and mask up
Grab the straps from out the cut

If you ain't got no gloves then Fucc it
Keeping everything we touching

Oh you ain't found nothing yet
Check the fridge and move da oven

Keep it cool for a month
Sell the work all to my cuzzins

Girl calling my phone fussin
Ask me bout this vibe I'm fuccin

Yeah we lovers in the sheets
But idk that hoe in public

You ain't got no swag fit can be 100,000
And still be dusty

You ain't got no gas I bust it open you can it don't smell must

Robert - Kelly I been up on another wave
No sky cam I'm way up and I'm catchin plays
I'm trying to find another route trapped inside this concrete maze
Nigga steady say I changed I been going through a faze

Trynna compete we ain't in the same lane
They say I'm hard but nigga dat just how I came
Put a beam and 100 round on da sticc I don't need no aim
Bucking when it's action like a dragon know I keep that flame

Whatcha doing
Getting to the money I'm just trynna maintain
Watcha doing
Striking off in traffic with the same gang
Watcha doing
Trynna work my move I just do my thang
Watcha doing
Clutching on that Glock I'm on the same thang
Whatcha doing
Getting to the money I'm just trynna maintain
Watcha doing
Striking off in traffic with the same gang
Watcha doing
Trynna work my move I just do my thang
Watcha doing
Clutching on that Glock I'm on the same thang
For I get in my feelings bitch I rather get in traffic

Throw on some mask and some gloves
Dickie suit time to get active

Niggas gangster on these beats
I'm really living what I'm rapping

Uploading Partna guns and money
Capping in they captions

Didn't plan this shit I get in the booth and make it happen
Before I ask for shit I hop on any block and get it craccin

A lot of niggas jumped shit
So I had to be a captain

Hope the plug do good business cuz we taking if he taxin

Don't compare me to no rapper I'm on that street shit
That if I don't rob or take my daughter won't eat shit

Don't come outside in flip flops
Switch shift sleep and creep shit

That I can't go in public without that 40
Cuz I got beef shit

For real

Imma be the same foreva even after the deal
Crime pays feelings don't so fucc how you feel
Keep that bullshit to yourself if you can't even keep it real
I got some niggas doing jersey numbers waiting on appeal Asking

Whatcha doing
Getting to the money I'm just trynna maintain
Watcha doing
Striking off in traffic with the same gang
Watcha doing
Trynna work my move I just do my thang
Watcha doing
Clutching on that Glock I'm on the same thang
Whatcha doing
Getting to the money I'm just trynna maintain
Watcha doing
Striking off in traffic with the same gang
Watcha doing
Trynna work my move I just do my thang
Watcha doing
Clutching on that Glock I'm on the same thang



Credits
Writer(s): Tavon Smith
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