No Matter
I been getting money since a youngin
I got all these hundreds in my pocket and I'm balling I know
I just gotta keep getting it for the fam like that
I don't mind putting the team on my back
And it started with a dream that's a fact
I got wax I got lean I got wraps
She gon tax for the feens on her lap
Copped the Tesla just to burn in it
We don't do the lease I ain't into that returning shit
Hoe you thought this shit was just for now? Bitch its permanent
And she steady twerking it, do it for the Dolla bill
Baby say that ass is real
Show me how that love gon feel
Don't tell me I ain't got no chill
I'm just a youngin' that deserves these mills
And where I come from you get murked for thrill
And ya mama always hurt by them bills
Cause ya father don't show up
I told my mama we gon glow up
No matter what it takes, no matter
No matter the occasion
I'm fighting like outta the cage man
I Eat ya like Cajun
I run outta patience then run in ya house
Keep running ya mouth
You never control me
I hear all they doubts
But they do not know me
This ain't for the clout
This one for the homies
You Niggaz is phony
And most of you fruity
Hit u wit the p90
No call of duty
I'm Falling for Nubian queens From the East
I really do this shit
Please don't go try this at home it's off of the dome
I got the chrome yeah internet browser
She want it long I'm hitting it louder
She singing songs yeah pussy is power
Cant get along with none of you cowards
Please do not leave me with none of ya boos
Last time I seen her ya girl was at Drews
Ugly duckling now I'm the goose
She gonna fuck em cause we got the juice
What I'm puffin fuck I'm outta the juice
Nun chucking when I'm outta the booth
Black belting man I'm that selfish
RIP juice that's trap Elvis
Yeah rockstar no skinny jeans
Pop star no Lindsay teen
And that glock hard like billie jean
No knocks offs these really beams
Cant trust y'all, be spilling beans
I kill any rapper by any means
They gon' need like 10 of these just to fuck with me
Yeah you know I'm talm bout
Eastside
Decatur baby
Yeah
It's Lyons baby
Eastside
I been getting money since a youngin
I got all these hundreds in my pocket and I'm balling I know
I just gotta keep getting it for the fam like that
I don't mind putting the team on my back
And it started with a dream that's a fact
I got wax I got lean I got wraps
She gon' tax for the feens on her lap
Copped the Tesla just to burn in it
We don't do the lease I ain't into that returning shit
Hoe you thought this shit was just for now? Bitch its permanent
I got all these hundreds in my pocket and I'm balling I know
I just gotta keep getting it for the fam like that
I don't mind putting the team on my back
And it started with a dream that's a fact
I got wax I got lean I got wraps
She gon tax for the feens on her lap
Copped the Tesla just to burn in it
We don't do the lease I ain't into that returning shit
Hoe you thought this shit was just for now? Bitch its permanent
And she steady twerking it, do it for the Dolla bill
Baby say that ass is real
Show me how that love gon feel
Don't tell me I ain't got no chill
I'm just a youngin' that deserves these mills
And where I come from you get murked for thrill
And ya mama always hurt by them bills
Cause ya father don't show up
I told my mama we gon glow up
No matter what it takes, no matter
No matter the occasion
I'm fighting like outta the cage man
I Eat ya like Cajun
I run outta patience then run in ya house
Keep running ya mouth
You never control me
I hear all they doubts
But they do not know me
This ain't for the clout
This one for the homies
You Niggaz is phony
And most of you fruity
Hit u wit the p90
No call of duty
I'm Falling for Nubian queens From the East
I really do this shit
Please don't go try this at home it's off of the dome
I got the chrome yeah internet browser
She want it long I'm hitting it louder
She singing songs yeah pussy is power
Cant get along with none of you cowards
Please do not leave me with none of ya boos
Last time I seen her ya girl was at Drews
Ugly duckling now I'm the goose
She gonna fuck em cause we got the juice
What I'm puffin fuck I'm outta the juice
Nun chucking when I'm outta the booth
Black belting man I'm that selfish
RIP juice that's trap Elvis
Yeah rockstar no skinny jeans
Pop star no Lindsay teen
And that glock hard like billie jean
No knocks offs these really beams
Cant trust y'all, be spilling beans
I kill any rapper by any means
They gon' need like 10 of these just to fuck with me
Yeah you know I'm talm bout
Eastside
Decatur baby
Yeah
It's Lyons baby
Eastside
I been getting money since a youngin
I got all these hundreds in my pocket and I'm balling I know
I just gotta keep getting it for the fam like that
I don't mind putting the team on my back
And it started with a dream that's a fact
I got wax I got lean I got wraps
She gon' tax for the feens on her lap
Copped the Tesla just to burn in it
We don't do the lease I ain't into that returning shit
Hoe you thought this shit was just for now? Bitch its permanent
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Writer(s): Christian Lyons
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