Ra Ra
These niggas be cappin
They not with the action
They be sucking hella dick
I stay to myself
I get it out the mud
Thank God
I soon be more rich
It be me vs ms
They boutta be mad
Im going up
Its bouta get lit
Its bouta get lit
Its bouta get lit
Its bouta get
All I do is stay low
I run up rolls
Mouth close
I stay on a mission
Please stay out my way
Bitch don't get swept
Don't be a nosey civilian
Dont be my first intention
These days im just tryna chill
Get to a mill
An spread it out
For my mom
And my future children
For my mom
And my future children
These days im just tryna chill
Get to a mill
And spread it out
For my mom
And my future children
These bitches
Be sucking on intention
Legs open
Never been in the kitchen
Say she love me
Im in love with the riches
Love my fam
And God is my witness
For my bras
Its whatever aint no picking
They watch me grow
So I trust Em
Wont snitch An
Some trap
Some scam
Thats they business
Everybody get there's
Aint no trippin
If you tryna run it up
Bitch clock in
Bags everywhere
Play to win
Dont seek no clout
Thats the pin
Be you
Be you
Thats within
Dont change
IF they don't think you a ten
Run it up
Thank God
An he gone spin
I get to it
For my fam
And all things
I eat good Mcdonalds
Just not my thing
I get batteries
And put them in brains
If you fake it
Till you make it
Then call it a fling
Everybody wanna have
Big Bag
Big crib
No grind
No hustle
Odd parents not a thing
Better call God
If u lost and need wings
No-one gone save you
They don't want you
To live
They probably hating
Conversing
With the pigs
Watch eyes
All words
Even them grins
Watch eyes
All words
Even them grins
I be doly
Or with the guys
Everybody wanna rap
And spit lines
I do this for my feelings
An it rhyme
Might go off beat
I can switch it up
Hop back
Shit mine
Just met a chick
With a pretty ass face
Say she love me
Ill believe her
With time
Its Big Bannon
Waiting on my prime
No use for friends
All decline
So I stay lowkey
I run to the cheese
At the end of the day
I need mine
These niggas be cappin
They not with the action
They be sucking hella dick
I stay to myself
I get it out the mud
Thank God
I soon be more rich
It be me vs ms
They boutta get mad
Im going up
Its bouta get lit
Its bouta get lit
Its bouta get lit
Its bouta get
All I do is stay low
I run up rolls
Mouth close
I stay on a mission
Please stay out my way
Bitch don't get swept
Don't be a nosey civilian
These days im just trying to chill
Get to a mill
And spread it out
For my mom
And my future children
They not with the action
They be sucking hella dick
I stay to myself
I get it out the mud
Thank God
I soon be more rich
It be me vs ms
They boutta be mad
Im going up
Its bouta get lit
Its bouta get lit
Its bouta get lit
Its bouta get
All I do is stay low
I run up rolls
Mouth close
I stay on a mission
Please stay out my way
Bitch don't get swept
Don't be a nosey civilian
Dont be my first intention
These days im just tryna chill
Get to a mill
An spread it out
For my mom
And my future children
For my mom
And my future children
These days im just tryna chill
Get to a mill
And spread it out
For my mom
And my future children
These bitches
Be sucking on intention
Legs open
Never been in the kitchen
Say she love me
Im in love with the riches
Love my fam
And God is my witness
For my bras
Its whatever aint no picking
They watch me grow
So I trust Em
Wont snitch An
Some trap
Some scam
Thats they business
Everybody get there's
Aint no trippin
If you tryna run it up
Bitch clock in
Bags everywhere
Play to win
Dont seek no clout
Thats the pin
Be you
Be you
Thats within
Dont change
IF they don't think you a ten
Run it up
Thank God
An he gone spin
I get to it
For my fam
And all things
I eat good Mcdonalds
Just not my thing
I get batteries
And put them in brains
If you fake it
Till you make it
Then call it a fling
Everybody wanna have
Big Bag
Big crib
No grind
No hustle
Odd parents not a thing
Better call God
If u lost and need wings
No-one gone save you
They don't want you
To live
They probably hating
Conversing
With the pigs
Watch eyes
All words
Even them grins
Watch eyes
All words
Even them grins
I be doly
Or with the guys
Everybody wanna rap
And spit lines
I do this for my feelings
An it rhyme
Might go off beat
I can switch it up
Hop back
Shit mine
Just met a chick
With a pretty ass face
Say she love me
Ill believe her
With time
Its Big Bannon
Waiting on my prime
No use for friends
All decline
So I stay lowkey
I run to the cheese
At the end of the day
I need mine
These niggas be cappin
They not with the action
They be sucking hella dick
I stay to myself
I get it out the mud
Thank God
I soon be more rich
It be me vs ms
They boutta get mad
Im going up
Its bouta get lit
Its bouta get lit
Its bouta get lit
Its bouta get
All I do is stay low
I run up rolls
Mouth close
I stay on a mission
Please stay out my way
Bitch don't get swept
Don't be a nosey civilian
These days im just trying to chill
Get to a mill
And spread it out
For my mom
And my future children
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Writer(s): Slick Bannon
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