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Yea
Look
She want me to fuck it up, okay I fuck it up
Shorty was cuffed, but shit I'm women's suffrage
Niggas be bugging out, weird on some other shit
Ain't bring no tree, I don't trip cause my brother did
Piercey Ripanti give 'em my government
So watch ya mouth when you speak and discussing me
Want my whole family to eat just because of me
Humbly, for all they've done for me
Humbly, having money dreams
Big crib near the sunny beach
Big T sitting comfortably
Me and J cooking up the heat
Quan sitting wit a London ting
She got man problems, wanna run to me
I'm like damn shawty, and I suck my teeth
Look
Don't speak you know what I go through
Don't speak if you know it's some old news
Stayed down came up, like I'm supposed to
Came up stayed down, cause I chose to
Talk heavy I see if it hold true
Counting chicken they gone think this a Whole Foods
How she end up wit the gang got no clue
Stay sound, smoke strong, make goat moves
Nigga thought I was a stain let the pole shoot
Never lack, keep a strap, like I'm posed to
If I up, brodie up, and we both shoot
In motion to a bag every day like we posed to
Making racks in the class guy sold too
And anywhere I go I'm getting money like I'm posed to
I told you
I don't even motha-fuckin know you
I'm paranoid and high so everywhere I go I gotta keep my pole too
I was going through some old shit, tragic
Traumatized let that pole split savage
Niggas slid I'ont know him blastin
I got opps in the field no lackin
Niggas try slide, up 5's make em backflip
I'ont lie homicide police askin
Wasn't there Ion't know what happened
All I know is don't lose, no lackin
40 nic on my hip make you flip homie
Big shit, hit a lick on ya big homie
When I up niggas duck gotta stick on ya
Hollow tips in this clip make you strip homie
Ion't trip, Ion't slip, keep a blic on me
Hit his shit, now he still tryna trip on me
ABK we don't play take his shit homie
I'm wit Pierce in the wheel, making flips on me
She want me to fuck it up, okay I fuck it up
Shorty was cuffed, but shit I'm women's suffrage
Niggas be bugging out weird on some other shit
Ain't bring no tree, I don't trip cause my brother did
Piercey Ripanti give 'em my government
So watch ya mouth when you speak and discussing me
Want my whole family to eat just because of me
Humbly, for all they've done for me
Look
She want me to fuck it up, okay I fuck it up
Shorty was cuffed, but shit I'm women's suffrage
Niggas be bugging out, weird on some other shit
Ain't bring no tree, I don't trip cause my brother did
Piercey Ripanti give 'em my government
So watch ya mouth when you speak and discussing me
Want my whole family to eat just because of me
Humbly, for all they've done for me
Humbly, having money dreams
Big crib near the sunny beach
Big T sitting comfortably
Me and J cooking up the heat
Quan sitting wit a London ting
She got man problems, wanna run to me
I'm like damn shawty, and I suck my teeth
Look
Don't speak you know what I go through
Don't speak if you know it's some old news
Stayed down came up, like I'm supposed to
Came up stayed down, cause I chose to
Talk heavy I see if it hold true
Counting chicken they gone think this a Whole Foods
How she end up wit the gang got no clue
Stay sound, smoke strong, make goat moves
Nigga thought I was a stain let the pole shoot
Never lack, keep a strap, like I'm posed to
If I up, brodie up, and we both shoot
In motion to a bag every day like we posed to
Making racks in the class guy sold too
And anywhere I go I'm getting money like I'm posed to
I told you
I don't even motha-fuckin know you
I'm paranoid and high so everywhere I go I gotta keep my pole too
I was going through some old shit, tragic
Traumatized let that pole split savage
Niggas slid I'ont know him blastin
I got opps in the field no lackin
Niggas try slide, up 5's make em backflip
I'ont lie homicide police askin
Wasn't there Ion't know what happened
All I know is don't lose, no lackin
40 nic on my hip make you flip homie
Big shit, hit a lick on ya big homie
When I up niggas duck gotta stick on ya
Hollow tips in this clip make you strip homie
Ion't trip, Ion't slip, keep a blic on me
Hit his shit, now he still tryna trip on me
ABK we don't play take his shit homie
I'm wit Pierce in the wheel, making flips on me
She want me to fuck it up, okay I fuck it up
Shorty was cuffed, but shit I'm women's suffrage
Niggas be bugging out weird on some other shit
Ain't bring no tree, I don't trip cause my brother did
Piercey Ripanti give 'em my government
So watch ya mouth when you speak and discussing me
Want my whole family to eat just because of me
Humbly, for all they've done for me
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Writer(s): Pierce Ripanti
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