V To the A
Get the chicken like Zaxbys I eat real good
Ima za'mbie the weed real good
She suckin' me I get weak in the knees
Do that thing with her tongue and the D feel good
Shit I'm ballin' like Cade Cunningham
Kuatro the one but that boy is not one them damn
In my dunks they get jelly my song a jam
Couple years Ima pack out the summer jam
Drove to Fulton and back for a pack of the thrax
So you know Ima tax if you want a gram
Stay talkin' bout money and weed I'm a fien for the green
See them bags in my dreams I'm in love with them
Kuatro Kash so I get cash
I can make me some bread in a quick flash
Spending big with the plug cause its big gas
Rollin' blunts of the Z not a zig zag
With the bros and you know they on go
With the bows and the poles trained to go so they with that
Couple niggas want beef
But I'm too busy stackin' up bread with the cheese like a big mac
She a freak gimme' head in the drive thru
Dodgin' pigs cause they sicker than swine flu
Hella cold like I skate when I slide through
Tony Hawk think I'm great cause I grind too
Not tryna walk out the crib unless I'm gettin' paid I'm in transit for bands
Might hit my lil' groove when the money come through
But that's all Ima do cause I really don't dance
I got the cash in the bag with the gas in the bag blunt lit with the gun in my pants
I'm a king gettin' bling I get so many rings I can't fit em' on one of my hand
So today I'm not Bron I'm Jordan
Walkin' round lookin' like I'm important
Siracha my sauce it's scorching
Jumpin' ropes for them blues like Corbin
I keep raising the paper like orphans
On the road from Decatur to Moreland
Take a toke of that za now I'm soaring
Hit a cloud it start raining and pouring uh
Cause I drip hard
Peep the fashion she say that my fit hard
Play my shit from the A to the shipyard
Marathon not a race but I sprint hard
Kuatro cadabra a bitch with my magic and stick
Peep a group then I pick like a trick card
Hella ill but I don't need a pill get on beat for a feel no Viagra I get hard
Life like a whirl wind Ima keep gettin' this cash till the world end
No flex money stretch and your girl bend
Been married the money the vows in my raps
If I got a side bitch it's my girlfriend but I don't cheat
I get a bag 8 days of the week
Its only 7 for y'all but you don't see me sleep
So I get one more they don't see so wake up
Once I do brush my teeth and I cake up
Sellin' tree rollin' leaves I don't rake up
Only one time to leave I don't make up
He done put down the beef it was raisin' the stakes up
We got drac's for the snakes and the fakers
Ain't no fightin' we shoot like the Pacers
In the D with the Pistons no racers'
Not tryna walk out the crib unless I'm gettin' paid I'm in transit for bands
Might hit my lil' groove when the money come through
But that's all Ima do cause I really don't dance
I got the cash in the bag with the gas in the bag blunt lit with the gun in my pants
I'm a king gettin' bling I get so many rings I can't fit em' on one of my hand
So today I'm not Bron I'm Jordan
Walkin' round lookin' like I'm important
Siracha my sauce it's scorching
Jumpin' ropes for them blues like Corbin
I keep raising the paper like orphans
On the road from Decatur to Moreland
Take a toke of that za now I'm soaring
Hit a cloud it start raining and pouring uh
Ima za'mbie the weed real good
She suckin' me I get weak in the knees
Do that thing with her tongue and the D feel good
Shit I'm ballin' like Cade Cunningham
Kuatro the one but that boy is not one them damn
In my dunks they get jelly my song a jam
Couple years Ima pack out the summer jam
Drove to Fulton and back for a pack of the thrax
So you know Ima tax if you want a gram
Stay talkin' bout money and weed I'm a fien for the green
See them bags in my dreams I'm in love with them
Kuatro Kash so I get cash
I can make me some bread in a quick flash
Spending big with the plug cause its big gas
Rollin' blunts of the Z not a zig zag
With the bros and you know they on go
With the bows and the poles trained to go so they with that
Couple niggas want beef
But I'm too busy stackin' up bread with the cheese like a big mac
She a freak gimme' head in the drive thru
Dodgin' pigs cause they sicker than swine flu
Hella cold like I skate when I slide through
Tony Hawk think I'm great cause I grind too
Not tryna walk out the crib unless I'm gettin' paid I'm in transit for bands
Might hit my lil' groove when the money come through
But that's all Ima do cause I really don't dance
I got the cash in the bag with the gas in the bag blunt lit with the gun in my pants
I'm a king gettin' bling I get so many rings I can't fit em' on one of my hand
So today I'm not Bron I'm Jordan
Walkin' round lookin' like I'm important
Siracha my sauce it's scorching
Jumpin' ropes for them blues like Corbin
I keep raising the paper like orphans
On the road from Decatur to Moreland
Take a toke of that za now I'm soaring
Hit a cloud it start raining and pouring uh
Cause I drip hard
Peep the fashion she say that my fit hard
Play my shit from the A to the shipyard
Marathon not a race but I sprint hard
Kuatro cadabra a bitch with my magic and stick
Peep a group then I pick like a trick card
Hella ill but I don't need a pill get on beat for a feel no Viagra I get hard
Life like a whirl wind Ima keep gettin' this cash till the world end
No flex money stretch and your girl bend
Been married the money the vows in my raps
If I got a side bitch it's my girlfriend but I don't cheat
I get a bag 8 days of the week
Its only 7 for y'all but you don't see me sleep
So I get one more they don't see so wake up
Once I do brush my teeth and I cake up
Sellin' tree rollin' leaves I don't rake up
Only one time to leave I don't make up
He done put down the beef it was raisin' the stakes up
We got drac's for the snakes and the fakers
Ain't no fightin' we shoot like the Pacers
In the D with the Pistons no racers'
Not tryna walk out the crib unless I'm gettin' paid I'm in transit for bands
Might hit my lil' groove when the money come through
But that's all Ima do cause I really don't dance
I got the cash in the bag with the gas in the bag blunt lit with the gun in my pants
I'm a king gettin' bling I get so many rings I can't fit em' on one of my hand
So today I'm not Bron I'm Jordan
Walkin' round lookin' like I'm important
Siracha my sauce it's scorching
Jumpin' ropes for them blues like Corbin
I keep raising the paper like orphans
On the road from Decatur to Moreland
Take a toke of that za now I'm soaring
Hit a cloud it start raining and pouring uh
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Writer(s): William Johnson Iv
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