Try To Be
Yessir we in it It's Ikenation I could've killed myself
I put that hard hat on
3 Bitches called me king today so I gotta be
I am not a wannabe I'm a try to be
Got my first rack I said I need a lot of these
I'm finna hit the potty dance cause I got a P
Imma need that noogie and the Snooki like I'm Pauly D
My dick all up in her brain lobotomy
They say Ikey smoke chronic I smoke chronically
A Sac nigga shoot you in yo back and claim it's a robbery
I'm a whip with the brakes cut you not stoppin' me
If you wanna hit me just to link I'm finna charge a fee
The people talk behind my back they say they fond of me
Another dirty stain in my cycle I did my laundry
God told me himself I'm a born sinner
Nigga you ain't got no cho what the fuck is 4 figures
Domo Origato i'll leave his dome drippin'
And I ain't gotta pop that shroom cause I ain't done trippin'
Gave shawty a spine alignment now she sit funny
Imma need that money day n' nite that's my Kid Cudi
I got cousins living in the mud but they sip muddy
I just got my jalapeño popped I gotta dip buddy
I fuck with my neighbors cause they help me pay my rent money
Shawty work at Dominos she payed me in her tip money
Ben Frankie covered in blood prolly liq money
Backwards hoe might suck up on a bus for some dick money
These niggas ballers but these niggas they some Dennis Schroeder's
I make the money appear like magic nigga Hocus Pocus
I'll leave his body wrinkled up he somethin' like a scrotum
I don't like to fuck on day one ain't that kinda bogus
In the house like Roddy Rich bitch I'm antisocial
He didn't verify himself so nigga I don't know you
Baby looking good she was hella fine but I didn't approach her
On this money road im looking straight I'm never losing focus
Getting it off way too much I'm feeling like Laurie Arnold
Keep geekin' over this weed nigga I'm gon' harm you
Heard yo lil song lil nigga you should've stayed in art school
I don't need a gun I'ma hit a nigga wit a muh fuckin harpoon
I'm at The Hill and i really want some of Brittney mouth
It's like a barbeque in Sac there's hella piggies out
Went from the City of Trees to farms and pork
I put that hard hat on
3 Bitches called me king today so I gotta be
I am not a wannabe I'm a try to be
Got my first rack I said I need a lot of these
I'm finna hit the potty dance cause I got a P
Imma need that noogie and the Snooki like I'm Pauly D
My dick all up in her brain lobotomy
They say Ikey smoke chronic I smoke chronically
A Sac nigga shoot you in yo back and claim it's a robbery
I'm a whip with the brakes cut you not stoppin' me
If you wanna hit me just to link I'm finna charge a fee
The people talk behind my back they say they fond of me
Another dirty stain in my cycle I did my laundry
God told me himself I'm a born sinner
Nigga you ain't got no cho what the fuck is 4 figures
Domo Origato i'll leave his dome drippin'
And I ain't gotta pop that shroom cause I ain't done trippin'
Gave shawty a spine alignment now she sit funny
Imma need that money day n' nite that's my Kid Cudi
I got cousins living in the mud but they sip muddy
I just got my jalapeño popped I gotta dip buddy
I fuck with my neighbors cause they help me pay my rent money
Shawty work at Dominos she payed me in her tip money
Ben Frankie covered in blood prolly liq money
Backwards hoe might suck up on a bus for some dick money
These niggas ballers but these niggas they some Dennis Schroeder's
I make the money appear like magic nigga Hocus Pocus
I'll leave his body wrinkled up he somethin' like a scrotum
I don't like to fuck on day one ain't that kinda bogus
In the house like Roddy Rich bitch I'm antisocial
He didn't verify himself so nigga I don't know you
Baby looking good she was hella fine but I didn't approach her
On this money road im looking straight I'm never losing focus
Getting it off way too much I'm feeling like Laurie Arnold
Keep geekin' over this weed nigga I'm gon' harm you
Heard yo lil song lil nigga you should've stayed in art school
I don't need a gun I'ma hit a nigga wit a muh fuckin harpoon
I'm at The Hill and i really want some of Brittney mouth
It's like a barbeque in Sac there's hella piggies out
Went from the City of Trees to farms and pork
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Writer(s): Jade Morris
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