Showin' Off
Mans what it does
Mans what it does
My nigga burgh got a bag
Trapping a month
Went to sushi with a Yaya
Chopping it once
Touch down in the city
Had to run this shit with a punt
Switch lanes like switch clothes
Colored lights on the switch tho
You know the white on a bitch nose
Wrist froze
All my niggas be spraying shit
Clockwise with a .32 yeah we saying shit
Wolves thought they was raising us
Wolves thought they was raising us
Lil Bobo lo Quito
Saw these niggas
Miss a free throw
Got the game fucked up
Lil hente
Really got a lilo
Man I feel like Donny chelo
Man I feel like man I'm Nemo
Shoot you dead with the emo
Now swim to the pussy with a Mac and a lilo
I'm feeling like cheadle
Cooking up instrumental like I'm cee lo
Is you fucking with me bro?
I got that Mac with the sauce can you see tho?
Nah you blinded by greed bro
You ain't seen the money what you mean tho?
I'm swimming in green hoe and I'm putting it all right back in my scene yo
Okay I'm going places
Got old friends taking no paces
Gotta cut em out to make it round the basses
And make it back home with a fat gold plated
plaque, diamonds the only thing in my stash, dab em out gotta take it fat
Fuck with the plug then you gonna get capped
Don't test that theory just take it as facts
I've been on my drilling shit, killing shit, grind
On that ultra 85
Moving silent in the night
I make trap hits boom bap shit, even fucking with that drill hat shit
Beats fantastic no cap shit
Imma cop a chain Lil bitch just to show it off
Imma cop a brand new whip just to show it off
Stacking up these racks to the ceiling just to blow it all
You ain't talking money lil hoe you using photoshop
Imma keep it going to the top imma show you all
Writing platinum plaques and making hits until the show stops
Making all this money, flipping samples, and recording art
Imma top the charts before next decade starts
Buck shots at the black moon
Hard dark it's a tattoo
Kick dust when I pass through
On a fast track to my last move
I'm never slowing
24/7 I'm going
Jet like 747 I'm Boeing
Get like me or get left
I pray that I stay so blessed
Playing with fait like I faked my death
Everyday I elevate my best
They looking mad like they faces of meth
Making em mad when I'm making a check
I'm cooking and don't really care if I'm making a mess
Clean it later man I'm late for a sesh
Lay it hot I got it straight from the press
I know I don't follow all the guidelines
But it's my time
Get in the way of my shine and you might die
So please don't at me
Unless you were nasty girl and wanna throw back that fatty oh oh
Imma cop a chain Lil bitch just to show it off
Imma cop a brand new whip just to show it off
Stacking up these racks to the ceiling just to blow it all
You ain't talking money lil hoe you using photoshop
Imma keep it going to the top imma show you all
Writing platinum plaques and making hits until the show stops
Making all this money, flipping samples, and recording art
Imma top the charts before next decade starts
Mans what it does
My nigga burgh got a bag
Trapping a month
Went to sushi with a Yaya
Chopping it once
Touch down in the city
Had to run this shit with a punt
Switch lanes like switch clothes
Colored lights on the switch tho
You know the white on a bitch nose
Wrist froze
All my niggas be spraying shit
Clockwise with a .32 yeah we saying shit
Wolves thought they was raising us
Wolves thought they was raising us
Lil Bobo lo Quito
Saw these niggas
Miss a free throw
Got the game fucked up
Lil hente
Really got a lilo
Man I feel like Donny chelo
Man I feel like man I'm Nemo
Shoot you dead with the emo
Now swim to the pussy with a Mac and a lilo
I'm feeling like cheadle
Cooking up instrumental like I'm cee lo
Is you fucking with me bro?
I got that Mac with the sauce can you see tho?
Nah you blinded by greed bro
You ain't seen the money what you mean tho?
I'm swimming in green hoe and I'm putting it all right back in my scene yo
Okay I'm going places
Got old friends taking no paces
Gotta cut em out to make it round the basses
And make it back home with a fat gold plated
plaque, diamonds the only thing in my stash, dab em out gotta take it fat
Fuck with the plug then you gonna get capped
Don't test that theory just take it as facts
I've been on my drilling shit, killing shit, grind
On that ultra 85
Moving silent in the night
I make trap hits boom bap shit, even fucking with that drill hat shit
Beats fantastic no cap shit
Imma cop a chain Lil bitch just to show it off
Imma cop a brand new whip just to show it off
Stacking up these racks to the ceiling just to blow it all
You ain't talking money lil hoe you using photoshop
Imma keep it going to the top imma show you all
Writing platinum plaques and making hits until the show stops
Making all this money, flipping samples, and recording art
Imma top the charts before next decade starts
Buck shots at the black moon
Hard dark it's a tattoo
Kick dust when I pass through
On a fast track to my last move
I'm never slowing
24/7 I'm going
Jet like 747 I'm Boeing
Get like me or get left
I pray that I stay so blessed
Playing with fait like I faked my death
Everyday I elevate my best
They looking mad like they faces of meth
Making em mad when I'm making a check
I'm cooking and don't really care if I'm making a mess
Clean it later man I'm late for a sesh
Lay it hot I got it straight from the press
I know I don't follow all the guidelines
But it's my time
Get in the way of my shine and you might die
So please don't at me
Unless you were nasty girl and wanna throw back that fatty oh oh
Imma cop a chain Lil bitch just to show it off
Imma cop a brand new whip just to show it off
Stacking up these racks to the ceiling just to blow it all
You ain't talking money lil hoe you using photoshop
Imma keep it going to the top imma show you all
Writing platinum plaques and making hits until the show stops
Making all this money, flipping samples, and recording art
Imma top the charts before next decade starts
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Writer(s): Tavares Scott
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