IDK
Hit up a lil yeah to get my rocks off
Brody don't like ppl nigga mug em he gone
Pop off
Aim above the neck my nigga trynna take his top off
Don't mention me & shit around the city I'm the top dog
My glizzy holding pj tucker in the pot ain't talking hot dogs
My game spicy as it come giving my niggas all the hot sauce
We don't shoot out of whips let out my killers this a drop off
Gone catch em on the block leave all they ass right onna sidewalk
We can't just have a talk you really ain't gone understand
I was raised by hustlers my mindset be on nem bands
Ain't really trynna be romantic I just want a big advance
So if the shit ain't bout no money imma leave you where you stand
Imma keep venting to these mics until some millions in my hands
Put my big brotha onna lick he trynna hop out of a van
Might put his blammer to yo head if shit don't go right how it's planned
Sit on the beach talking to god I'm drawing symbols in the sand
Cutter in the trunk so whatchu saying
Climb through the middle of the backseat hit the button getta spraying
I got some young devil niggas that don't got feelings when they slaying
They look at killing how kids look at the park they just be playing
I tell my granny I love her cause she always tell me to keep praying
Gotta keep a heat in the trenches might start driving wit it in my hand
You can't record wit me nigga for a feature these niggas paying
When we was knocking at the doe nobody let us in
First one gone try to ride the wave when we starting to win
Right now can't thumb through all these 20s in these rubber bands
Shoutout my brother you know jaylin that's my fucking twin
A killer stay praying to god committing deadly sins
They trynna break my nigga spirits He ain't giving in
Keeping it silent in the pen oh he on mute again
He said Whatever they go do gone take it to his chin
Some niggas solid like them brick walls them bitches strong
Lotta niggas sweeter than a bitch they pussy like some thongs
& I don't tell shit but the truth inside these fucking songs
Nah we ain't guilty bout shit even if we in the wrong
Shoutout them niggas volume 0 they stuck to the code
You hear me call a nigga my brotha know he 10 toes
& I can't rap bout certain shit but niggas really know
Go across the country wit some shit coming back wit a load
Idk idk idk idk Idk yeahh
Said idk idk idk idk idk yeah
Really dk idk idk idk idk yeah
I Don't know yeah
Brody don't like ppl nigga mug em he gone
Pop off
Aim above the neck my nigga trynna take his top off
Don't mention me & shit around the city I'm the top dog
My glizzy holding pj tucker in the pot ain't talking hot dogs
My game spicy as it come giving my niggas all the hot sauce
We don't shoot out of whips let out my killers this a drop off
Gone catch em on the block leave all they ass right onna sidewalk
We can't just have a talk you really ain't gone understand
I was raised by hustlers my mindset be on nem bands
Ain't really trynna be romantic I just want a big advance
So if the shit ain't bout no money imma leave you where you stand
Imma keep venting to these mics until some millions in my hands
Put my big brotha onna lick he trynna hop out of a van
Might put his blammer to yo head if shit don't go right how it's planned
Sit on the beach talking to god I'm drawing symbols in the sand
Cutter in the trunk so whatchu saying
Climb through the middle of the backseat hit the button getta spraying
I got some young devil niggas that don't got feelings when they slaying
They look at killing how kids look at the park they just be playing
I tell my granny I love her cause she always tell me to keep praying
Gotta keep a heat in the trenches might start driving wit it in my hand
You can't record wit me nigga for a feature these niggas paying
When we was knocking at the doe nobody let us in
First one gone try to ride the wave when we starting to win
Right now can't thumb through all these 20s in these rubber bands
Shoutout my brother you know jaylin that's my fucking twin
A killer stay praying to god committing deadly sins
They trynna break my nigga spirits He ain't giving in
Keeping it silent in the pen oh he on mute again
He said Whatever they go do gone take it to his chin
Some niggas solid like them brick walls them bitches strong
Lotta niggas sweeter than a bitch they pussy like some thongs
& I don't tell shit but the truth inside these fucking songs
Nah we ain't guilty bout shit even if we in the wrong
Shoutout them niggas volume 0 they stuck to the code
You hear me call a nigga my brotha know he 10 toes
& I can't rap bout certain shit but niggas really know
Go across the country wit some shit coming back wit a load
Idk idk idk idk Idk yeahh
Said idk idk idk idk idk yeah
Really dk idk idk idk idk yeah
I Don't know yeah
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Writer(s): J'kari Moore
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