Intro

Just gotta call gang and they running out
I can't be wasting my time like it's running out
Biggest 98, who they talking 'bout
If it ain't nothing bout bread
What's the talk about?
No, I don't gotta go trick on her
For shit, Ya niggas be buggin' out
Don't call me your brother ain't help me out
With shit, and no we can't hug it out
Fuck what they talking 'bout
Ima keep aiming sky high
Til my coffin out, rapping chose me
Like no lie it was calling out
Stop entertaining them thots
Cause its boring now
I'm tryna count this shit up with a bae
But no feelings cause that shit get all in the way
They thought I would fold like Ha-Ha in your face
And you thinking you special bye-bye get replaced
They in the back, trolling
Get to the racks, expose 'em
Niggas be cap, posing
They wanna dap, don't know 'em
We did it all in a day
Stack up some bands, put it all ina safe
They thought I would fold like Ha-Ha in your face
And you thinking you special,

Off with your hoe like bye-bye
And she wanna fly high off the Jenny
In that case we faded
Still be on point like a loner
So if I don't know ya, you better watch
How you say shit
Pockets was hurting like molars
I thought it was over
That's when a nigga got closer
King in a game full of jokers
Ain't talking bout poker, they raise the bar
We make it lower
Gearing up but I ain't talking no sports
Go tackle that bag like its rugby
I keep some shooters with me
I ain't talking on court
Stay mili cause shit could get ugly
No I ain't looking back, when I'm
Pushing a Porsche
Put it in sport
And I'm bringing my niggas with me
Who was starving with me oh of course
If you wanna get jiggy with me
Come get jiggy with me
Stop misleading
No time for people acting iffy
Knew they wasn't really with me
I ain't never need 'em
Don't like them hoes that be creeping
I gotta watch who I'm putting my seed in
I blow a bag up in Neimans
Shots of the Henny
I feel like a demon
You know we gon hotbox
In that droptop
My connect like Wi-Fi
You need hotspot?
Pull up on 'em stop pop
Fuck a shotclock
When you flex up stop watch
Dip off bye-bye

Fuck what they talking 'bout
Ima keep aiming sky high
Til my coffin out, rapping chose me
Like no lie it was calling out
Stop entertaining them thots
Cause its boring now
I'm tryna count this shit up with a bae
But no feelings cause that shit get all in the way
They thought I would fold like Ha-Ha in your face
And you thinking You special bye-bye get replaced
They in the back, trolling
Get to the racks, expose em
Niggas be cap, posing
They wanna dap, don't know 'em
We did it all in a day
Stack up some bands, put it all ina safe
They thought I would fold like Ha-Ha in your face
And you thinking You special
(Huh, 98)



Credits
Writer(s): Niam Williams
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