Since Young
Since young I was the shit
Tryna stack some money
Tryna stack them quids
We making p's
If she crazy give that bitch some plan b's
My broskies inside bang your doors
Legal money Yh my brothers now on tour
In any city
Pull up with the gang we getting litty
She said her body count is 3
All that vim and now she choking on her knees
And she ain't playing
Put the tip inside of her now what you saying
Eh
Eh
We G check them soggy yutes
Back strapped Yh
That's how I like my zoots
Pass her to my bro
One assist m-o-m
that's all I fucking know
But that wasn't wise
Shawty only want my D
I got her dickmatized
Now she's moving shy
She wanna be my wife
But it's ments heart is cold
So I am not that guy
Eh
Eh
She said I look so fly
Chasing cheques all day
It's Like I'm fucking Nike
This lighties blocking all my calls ah
But I wasn't tripping cause I treat her
Like the holder
she told her friend she hates me
But she's telling me to choke her
She thinks her bestie hates me
But she's begging me for bone ah
She didn't know ah
I'm making Moves and if you're not my brother
You don't get the right to fucking choose
Since young I was the shit
Tryna stack some money
Tryna stack them quids
We making p's
If she crazy give that bitch some plan b's
My broskies inside bang your doors
Legal money Yh my brothers now on tour
In any city
Pull up with the gang we getting litty
Pull up with the gang we getting litty
Got a call from my ex she said she missed me
Got a quarter on my wrist cost like 250
But she's a baggage from my past now what a pity
I came through
Living on soup
I was too broke
Didn't have a clue
Couldn't ask my dad for money
Cuz I knew
That everything was tough my mama still in school
I had a goal
I had to score
Helped with the coke
Started making more money
But my broski stopped me
and told me to focus more and more on my music
In school I was reckless (Ay)
Applying that pressure (Ay, Ay)
Cardiac arresting (hmmm)
All my broski blessings (hmm hmm)
My life's a lesson (hmm hmm)
Swag like I'm Beckham
I'm talking David, got bros in Peckham
Im selling arenas
Not yet but I feel it
Talk words to existence
That's how I be feeling with composure
Bitches say I'm calm and now they thinking I do yoga
When all I'm tryna do is put my file up in your folder
Since young I was the shit
Tryna stack some money
Tryna stack them quids
We making p's
If she crazy give that bitch some plan b's
My broskies inside bang your doors
Legal money Yh my brothers now on tour
In any city
Pull up with the gang we getting litty
Tryna stack some money
Tryna stack them quids
We making p's
If she crazy give that bitch some plan b's
My broskies inside bang your doors
Legal money Yh my brothers now on tour
In any city
Pull up with the gang we getting litty
She said her body count is 3
All that vim and now she choking on her knees
And she ain't playing
Put the tip inside of her now what you saying
Eh
Eh
We G check them soggy yutes
Back strapped Yh
That's how I like my zoots
Pass her to my bro
One assist m-o-m
that's all I fucking know
But that wasn't wise
Shawty only want my D
I got her dickmatized
Now she's moving shy
She wanna be my wife
But it's ments heart is cold
So I am not that guy
Eh
Eh
She said I look so fly
Chasing cheques all day
It's Like I'm fucking Nike
This lighties blocking all my calls ah
But I wasn't tripping cause I treat her
Like the holder
she told her friend she hates me
But she's telling me to choke her
She thinks her bestie hates me
But she's begging me for bone ah
She didn't know ah
I'm making Moves and if you're not my brother
You don't get the right to fucking choose
Since young I was the shit
Tryna stack some money
Tryna stack them quids
We making p's
If she crazy give that bitch some plan b's
My broskies inside bang your doors
Legal money Yh my brothers now on tour
In any city
Pull up with the gang we getting litty
Pull up with the gang we getting litty
Got a call from my ex she said she missed me
Got a quarter on my wrist cost like 250
But she's a baggage from my past now what a pity
I came through
Living on soup
I was too broke
Didn't have a clue
Couldn't ask my dad for money
Cuz I knew
That everything was tough my mama still in school
I had a goal
I had to score
Helped with the coke
Started making more money
But my broski stopped me
and told me to focus more and more on my music
In school I was reckless (Ay)
Applying that pressure (Ay, Ay)
Cardiac arresting (hmmm)
All my broski blessings (hmm hmm)
My life's a lesson (hmm hmm)
Swag like I'm Beckham
I'm talking David, got bros in Peckham
Im selling arenas
Not yet but I feel it
Talk words to existence
That's how I be feeling with composure
Bitches say I'm calm and now they thinking I do yoga
When all I'm tryna do is put my file up in your folder
Since young I was the shit
Tryna stack some money
Tryna stack them quids
We making p's
If she crazy give that bitch some plan b's
My broskies inside bang your doors
Legal money Yh my brothers now on tour
In any city
Pull up with the gang we getting litty
Credits
Writer(s): Adebiyi Kevin Ajisegbede, Olugbeminiyi David Ajisegbede
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