zZz
She popping a tab
She popping a tab with me
Fulfilling her fantasies
We look like a master piece
Came up from the sand
Came up from the sand and the dirt
I've grown and now I put me first
No answers while asking the church
I stick to the plan
I stick to plan and the mission
I hook em and sink em no fishing
He sleep now 3zs what he dreaming
Kicked outta my school for dreaming
And being my own free thinker
She wanting me to go freak her
I just you met you, you a freak huh
I'm not complaining
I dig it
I'm not complying
To nothing
I'm not complaining
Bout nothing
Cus I gotta focus on me now
I get followed by a weed cloud
Imma formulate my own sound
Cus this be the reason I'm living
Look at the way that
Im livin
These niggas dey lookin so livid
I slide wit da choke
And presicion
These niggas start holdin position
Spin yo block
Til we blowin da pistons
Uh, Yeah
I run up a bag
I cant wait doe
Uh, Yeah
Gimmi the scale ima weigh dope
Gettin to money
I luv to just make dough
Run up a bag
When we shop at Rodeo
Servin da white
But dont call it no mayo
Trips for the vibe
Take a trip to Barbado
Uh, Yeah
Im sippin on drop
Geronimo
You sippin on wok
You gotta go
The bullets dey pop his abdominal
Put dots on his head
Like a domino
Bitch im feelin unstoppable
Im thinkin Like anythings possible
She popping a tab with me
Fulfilling her fantasies
We look like a master piece
Came up from the sand
Came up from the sand and the dirt
I've grown and now I put me first
No answers while asking the church
I stick to the plan
I stick to plan and the mission
I hook em and sink em no fishing
He sleep now 3zs what he dreaming
Kicked outta my school for dreaming
And being my own free thinker
She wanting me to go freak her
I just you met you, you a freak huh
I'm not complaining
I dig it
I'm not complying
To nothing
I'm not complaining
Bout nothing
Cus I gotta focus on me now
I get followed by a weed cloud
Imma formulate my own sound
Cus this be the reason I'm living
Look at the way that
Im livin
These niggas dey lookin so livid
I slide wit da choke
And presicion
These niggas start holdin position
Spin yo block
Til we blowin da pistons
Uh, Yeah
I run up a bag
I cant wait doe
Uh, Yeah
Gimmi the scale ima weigh dope
Gettin to money
I luv to just make dough
Run up a bag
When we shop at Rodeo
Servin da white
But dont call it no mayo
Trips for the vibe
Take a trip to Barbado
Uh, Yeah
Im sippin on drop
Geronimo
You sippin on wok
You gotta go
The bullets dey pop his abdominal
Put dots on his head
Like a domino
Bitch im feelin unstoppable
Im thinkin Like anythings possible
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Writer(s): Tyson Arenas
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