Like That
Gotta stay in shape, yeah my shawty like that
I be moving weight you don't know me like that
Gotta make it back, yeah gotta make a track
Got the whole team racked up at the pad
Now she hit my phone and she calling me a druggie
Family hit me up like how you get the money
Never on my ass yeah gotta do something
Always on the run, yeah packs keep coming
Gotta stay in shape, yeah my shawty like that
I be moving weight you don't know me like that
Gotta make it back yeah gotta make a track
Got the whole team racked up at the pad
Now she hit my phone and she calling me a druggie
Family hit me up like how you get the money
Never on my ass yeah gotta do something
Always on the run yeah packs keep coming
If we gotta use the mask no face no case we make it blast
Choppa in the bag with a Glock keep it packed
Jordans on my feet, yo girl on me, ima smash
One twenty on the dash, switch to sport we moving fast
Focus on the future never focus on the past
Yeah i'm never going to stop bitch never gonna crash
Yeah pull up to the block I got the rocks you got the cash
I be with my dawgs takin dabs we make it last
She sipping on the wock with a xan she's gonna pass out
Bitch don't know what I'm about
So go ahead and test me I wish a bitch would press me
Cause my knuckles do the blessing
Don't really need a strap that's some shit I'm confessing
These dummies getting clapped with they face up in they lap
Said I'm never gonna stop til the gang is on the map
Yeah I got a smart bitch and she love to throw it back
Yeah she throw it back, She throw it back
And she got a fat ass she jumping in my lap
She throw it back, She throw it back
Copped an eight ball now we geekin' off the rack
Gotta stay in shape yeah my shawty like that
I be moving weight you don't know me like that
Gotta make it back yeah gotta make a track
Got the whole team racked up at the pad
Now she hit my phone and she calling me a druggie
Family hit me up like how you get the money
Never on my ass yeah gotta do something
Always on the run yeah packs keep coming
Gotta stay in shape yeah my shawty like that
I be moving weight you don't know me like that
Gotta make it back yeah gotta make a track
Got the whole team racked up at the pad
Now she hit my phone and she calling me a druggie
Family hit me up like how you get the money
Never on my ass yeah gotta do something
Always on the run yeah packs keep coming
If we gotta use the mask no face no case we make it blast
Choppa in the bag with a Glock keep it packed
Jordans on my feet, yo girl on me, ima smash
One twenty on the dash, switch to sport we moving fast
Focus on the future never focus on the past
Yeah I'm never gonna stop bitch never gonna crash
Yeah pull up to the block I got the rocks you got the cash
I be with my dawgs takin dabs we make it last
She sipping on the wock with a xan she gonna pass out
Bitch don't know what I'm about
So go ahead and test me I wish a bitch would press me
Cause my knuckles do the blessing
Don't really need a strap that's some shit I'm confessing
These dummies getting clapped with they face up in they lap
Said I'm never gonna stop til the gang is on the map
Yeah I got a smart bitch and she love to throw it back
Yeah she throw it back, She throw it back
And she got a fat ass she jumping in my lap
She throw it back, She throw it back
Copped an eight ball now we geekin' off the rack
I be moving weight you don't know me like that
Gotta make it back, yeah gotta make a track
Got the whole team racked up at the pad
Now she hit my phone and she calling me a druggie
Family hit me up like how you get the money
Never on my ass yeah gotta do something
Always on the run, yeah packs keep coming
Gotta stay in shape, yeah my shawty like that
I be moving weight you don't know me like that
Gotta make it back yeah gotta make a track
Got the whole team racked up at the pad
Now she hit my phone and she calling me a druggie
Family hit me up like how you get the money
Never on my ass yeah gotta do something
Always on the run yeah packs keep coming
If we gotta use the mask no face no case we make it blast
Choppa in the bag with a Glock keep it packed
Jordans on my feet, yo girl on me, ima smash
One twenty on the dash, switch to sport we moving fast
Focus on the future never focus on the past
Yeah i'm never going to stop bitch never gonna crash
Yeah pull up to the block I got the rocks you got the cash
I be with my dawgs takin dabs we make it last
She sipping on the wock with a xan she's gonna pass out
Bitch don't know what I'm about
So go ahead and test me I wish a bitch would press me
Cause my knuckles do the blessing
Don't really need a strap that's some shit I'm confessing
These dummies getting clapped with they face up in they lap
Said I'm never gonna stop til the gang is on the map
Yeah I got a smart bitch and she love to throw it back
Yeah she throw it back, She throw it back
And she got a fat ass she jumping in my lap
She throw it back, She throw it back
Copped an eight ball now we geekin' off the rack
Gotta stay in shape yeah my shawty like that
I be moving weight you don't know me like that
Gotta make it back yeah gotta make a track
Got the whole team racked up at the pad
Now she hit my phone and she calling me a druggie
Family hit me up like how you get the money
Never on my ass yeah gotta do something
Always on the run yeah packs keep coming
Gotta stay in shape yeah my shawty like that
I be moving weight you don't know me like that
Gotta make it back yeah gotta make a track
Got the whole team racked up at the pad
Now she hit my phone and she calling me a druggie
Family hit me up like how you get the money
Never on my ass yeah gotta do something
Always on the run yeah packs keep coming
If we gotta use the mask no face no case we make it blast
Choppa in the bag with a Glock keep it packed
Jordans on my feet, yo girl on me, ima smash
One twenty on the dash, switch to sport we moving fast
Focus on the future never focus on the past
Yeah I'm never gonna stop bitch never gonna crash
Yeah pull up to the block I got the rocks you got the cash
I be with my dawgs takin dabs we make it last
She sipping on the wock with a xan she gonna pass out
Bitch don't know what I'm about
So go ahead and test me I wish a bitch would press me
Cause my knuckles do the blessing
Don't really need a strap that's some shit I'm confessing
These dummies getting clapped with they face up in they lap
Said I'm never gonna stop til the gang is on the map
Yeah I got a smart bitch and she love to throw it back
Yeah she throw it back, She throw it back
And she got a fat ass she jumping in my lap
She throw it back, She throw it back
Copped an eight ball now we geekin' off the rack
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