Hold On

Wait
Hold on

Inna kitchen i be chopping shit
Know sum real killas who body shit
I call em they goin get to popping shit
Yea
Slow down
All for the money im rocking shit
Speak on my gang and im dropping shit
Got on Figi but this ain no designer bitch

Look at my pants they on fleek
Rock 23 on feet
I keep a chop thats on me
Young nigga roll up that gasoline
The shit that i do is unseen
Just bought a new glock
Yea and it came with a beam
You know i go hard for the team
Vibe in the stu while i be smoking the dream
Yea i be smoking the dream
Off of the gas
Bitch
You know im a fein
But i aint fucking with lean
That shit be strong
Always make me go to sleep
But you know i cannot sleep
They be like why
Because i gotta get cheese
Because i gotta get cheese
Feeling like future
Im riding round with the keys
I dropped my top back
Im trying to feel the lil breeze
While smoking on good pack
With a clear view of the seas
Got on my mother fucking grind tunnel vision
I dont see the hate because i never look back
Was talking to jaylon he saying Zayy fly out to cali
Cause we can take off get a big bag
These niggas be hating these bitches be faking
I gotta be safe this new glock got a pro mag
No im not a gangster im just a young nigga
Who came from the bottom you play get a toe tag
YBG the gang and bitch im CEO Starting shit from the ground
But you fuck niggas know That
I made my own way ran up 10 racks today
You aint gang dont approach dont step foot on the doormat



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Writer(s): Zakarie Jackson
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