#Thebeginningaftertheend
Starting to feel like this my last, so I gotta make it count
Got her blowing through a bag, got her spending big amounts
Every time I end up sad, gotta' blunt up in my mouth
Feeling like the end is near, feeling like the near is now
I can't even dap up these niggas, I dap the racks up
I could put your own goons on you, youn' got no back up
My backbone switched, so I know you boys can't crack us
Big stick, better put your hands up, like you hit the nae nae
Instagram model, put her in cha-nay-nay
Hundred worth of bottles, simply for a play date
I just fucked his bitch and her best friend in the same day
They might switch on me but I can't switch up on the gang gang
I don't trust a soul, and I know they feel the same thing
Call me Chief So, cause his bitch getting bang banged
I been tried to tell you this my universe, believe me
I be pushing buttons in my whips where the keys be
I don't even need her so I don't care if she leave me
But I know she need me
That mean she ain't leaving
Every time I step out fresh to death, I got em' grieving
Flexstar drip, don't fuck with Gucci like Jeezy
Don't fuck with the birds, can't finesse me like Weezy
But I fuck with Weezy
Hope he take it easy
Choppa' hit them folks and make em' dance just like Meechie
After that I chuck the deuce, I'm feeling like I'm breezy, yeah
Chase the money like I'm ChaseTheMoney (ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney)
So many racks, it ain't even funny (ain't even funny, ain't even funny)
I made the sauce, they can't take it from me (take it from me, take it from me)
Might clutch the cross when I spray a dummy
I come with flame like I'm Waka Flocka
And I get so high that I might parachute
My boys might rob you for a pair of shoes
Until you gone, they won't cherish you
Starting to feel like this my last, so I gotta make it count
Got her blowing through a bag, got her spending big amounts
Every time I end up sad, gotta' blunt up in my mouth
Feeling like the end is near, feeling like the near is now
I can't even dap up these niggas, I dap the racks up
I could put your own goons on you, youn' got no back up
My backbone switched, so I know you boys can't crack us
Big stick, better put your hands up, like you hit the nae nae
Got her blowing through a bag, got her spending big amounts
Every time I end up sad, gotta' blunt up in my mouth
Feeling like the end is near, feeling like the near is now
I can't even dap up these niggas, I dap the racks up
I could put your own goons on you, youn' got no back up
My backbone switched, so I know you boys can't crack us
Big stick, better put your hands up, like you hit the nae nae
Instagram model, put her in cha-nay-nay
Hundred worth of bottles, simply for a play date
I just fucked his bitch and her best friend in the same day
They might switch on me but I can't switch up on the gang gang
I don't trust a soul, and I know they feel the same thing
Call me Chief So, cause his bitch getting bang banged
I been tried to tell you this my universe, believe me
I be pushing buttons in my whips where the keys be
I don't even need her so I don't care if she leave me
But I know she need me
That mean she ain't leaving
Every time I step out fresh to death, I got em' grieving
Flexstar drip, don't fuck with Gucci like Jeezy
Don't fuck with the birds, can't finesse me like Weezy
But I fuck with Weezy
Hope he take it easy
Choppa' hit them folks and make em' dance just like Meechie
After that I chuck the deuce, I'm feeling like I'm breezy, yeah
Chase the money like I'm ChaseTheMoney (ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney)
So many racks, it ain't even funny (ain't even funny, ain't even funny)
I made the sauce, they can't take it from me (take it from me, take it from me)
Might clutch the cross when I spray a dummy
I come with flame like I'm Waka Flocka
And I get so high that I might parachute
My boys might rob you for a pair of shoes
Until you gone, they won't cherish you
Starting to feel like this my last, so I gotta make it count
Got her blowing through a bag, got her spending big amounts
Every time I end up sad, gotta' blunt up in my mouth
Feeling like the end is near, feeling like the near is now
I can't even dap up these niggas, I dap the racks up
I could put your own goons on you, youn' got no back up
My backbone switched, so I know you boys can't crack us
Big stick, better put your hands up, like you hit the nae nae
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Writer(s): Jamari Mckenzie
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