Advance Freestyle
YSB
She shit on me but won't do it again I'm goin in so I'm bound to win
Nigga talk shit and get hit in his mit I'm wit sum Zoe's and they ready to spin
Man I swear dis shit is so effortless no bap since birth I been reckless
And I swear to god I feel heaven sent
And I swear to god I feel heaven sent
I was broke and bumpy they ain't want me now I'm gettin money
And they love me now
What the fuck how you change ya crowd
What the fuck you cant come around
Niggas ratting please don't come around
niggas cuffed me I ain't make a sound
All I did was put my head down
Steady focused cuz need my bread up steady chasin after alla da cheddar
Really hoping but I know they wont let us niggas know
That for bread I won't let up
Niggas think that imma lick we gon catch em niggas
That imma lick we gon stretch em
Niggas be dead puttin in for they set niggas dumb tryna take this test
Have bro spin put all ya to rest
Niggas need help I ain't giving em a hand
niggas gotta learn to stand on all ten
I been serving grams I done turned to the man
I been serving drugs ion got no love
I been serving drugs ion got no love
This ain't a game im tryna run it up
This ain't a game im tryna run it up
This ain't a game im tryna run it up
She shit on me but won't do it again I'm goin in so I'm bound to win
Nigga talk shit and get hit in his mit I'm wit sum Zoe's and they ready to spin
Man I swear dis shit is so effortless no bap since birth I been reckless
And I swear to god I feel heaven sent
And I swear to god I feel heaven sent
Man it's no cap moneys the motive
What is that stank what is that odor
What is you smokin boy this that potent came off a boat fresh out da ocean
Jumped off the porch deep in that water
I cannot fumble I know how to hustle
Started one pack got it off the muscle boy talkin
Till tuff met he taste the muzzle
I did dirt I complete the puzzle try to avoid all I got was trouble
Bitch in these streets man it's royal rumble
I cannot flex so I must be humble
Bitch you a treeshaaaa
I can never cuff you bitch a treeshaaaa I can never love you
She there then she gon she was never for you the bag
Never fold so it must be loyal
The bag down the road
so I must keep going the bag Down road so I must keep flowing
You flexing dat bread pay me what you owe
This ain't what it seem nigga you don't know me
Don't come wit ya hand out you not my homie
When I was down bad niggas wasn't for me was out on my ass niggas wit me
But now I got cash bitches wanna lick me
But now I got cash bitches wanna lick me
She shit on me but won't do it again I'm goin in so I'm bound to win
Nigga talk shit and get hit in his mit I'm wit sum Zoe's and they ready to spin
Man I swear dis shit is so effortless no bap since birth I been reckless
And I swear to god I feel heaven sent
And I swear to god I feel heaven sent
I was broke and bumpy they ain't want me now I'm gettin money
And they love me now
What the fuck how you change ya crowd
What the fuck you cant come around
Niggas ratting please don't come around
niggas cuffed me I ain't make a sound
All I did was put my head down
Steady focused cuz need my bread up steady chasin after alla da cheddar
Really hoping but I know they wont let us niggas know
That for bread I won't let up
Niggas think that imma lick we gon catch em niggas
That imma lick we gon stretch em
Niggas be dead puttin in for they set niggas dumb tryna take this test
Have bro spin put all ya to rest
Niggas need help I ain't giving em a hand
niggas gotta learn to stand on all ten
I been serving grams I done turned to the man
I been serving drugs ion got no love
I been serving drugs ion got no love
This ain't a game im tryna run it up
This ain't a game im tryna run it up
This ain't a game im tryna run it up
She shit on me but won't do it again I'm goin in so I'm bound to win
Nigga talk shit and get hit in his mit I'm wit sum Zoe's and they ready to spin
Man I swear dis shit is so effortless no bap since birth I been reckless
And I swear to god I feel heaven sent
And I swear to god I feel heaven sent
Man it's no cap moneys the motive
What is that stank what is that odor
What is you smokin boy this that potent came off a boat fresh out da ocean
Jumped off the porch deep in that water
I cannot fumble I know how to hustle
Started one pack got it off the muscle boy talkin
Till tuff met he taste the muzzle
I did dirt I complete the puzzle try to avoid all I got was trouble
Bitch in these streets man it's royal rumble
I cannot flex so I must be humble
Bitch you a treeshaaaa
I can never cuff you bitch a treeshaaaa I can never love you
She there then she gon she was never for you the bag
Never fold so it must be loyal
The bag down the road
so I must keep going the bag Down road so I must keep flowing
You flexing dat bread pay me what you owe
This ain't what it seem nigga you don't know me
Don't come wit ya hand out you not my homie
When I was down bad niggas wasn't for me was out on my ass niggas wit me
But now I got cash bitches wanna lick me
But now I got cash bitches wanna lick me
Credits
Writer(s): Elijah Petit-homme
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