About It
I've been working so damn hard
I feel like nigga why Stop
She say
Can I twerk for one more song
And I'm like why not
So much smoke up in the crib
Shit look like a hot box
Like the fucking data low
I can't share the hotspot
I come through
And take yo swamp nigga
Lord Farquaad
Unprecedented
Drunk off persistence
Heavenly gifted from the womb
I'm what the world was missing
All precision
Fireworks at 19
Tita had the boy in 95
Boy what a dream
Broke reoccurring chains
Used the have the same clothes
Tryna get up on the scene
Wasn't no act up in them Trenches
Wasn't no cap up in them Trenches
Niggas get clapped up in them
Trenches
Feeling hungry
Stomach rumbling
Ain't no snacks up yo kitchen
Boy you better think of Something
Need me green
Like I need money and my butter
Soning you niggas
Like word to mother
Ron burgundy
I'm Anchor man
You wished me well too late
And now I'm shitting on the rim
Pardon my urgency
Billofwright the shit emergency
Fiction like fables
Until you heard of me
I mean the nerve me
To come on every track
Just like a trick then leave
No common courtesy
My gang lanterns
They'll hurt for me
That mean like merk for me
I put the aeiou in sync
Just like a nursery
Always been this built
Way back since cursory
My uncle kept a beeper lil nigga
I feel like nigga why Stop
She say
Can I twerk for one more song
And I'm like why not
So much smoke up in the crib
Shit look like a hot box
Like the fucking data low
I can't share the hotspot
I come through
And take yo swamp nigga
Lord Farquaad
Unprecedented
Drunk off persistence
Heavenly gifted from the womb
I'm what the world was missing
All precision
Fireworks at 19
Tita had the boy in 95
Boy what a dream
Broke reoccurring chains
Used the have the same clothes
Tryna get up on the scene
Wasn't no act up in them Trenches
Wasn't no cap up in them Trenches
Niggas get clapped up in them
Trenches
Feeling hungry
Stomach rumbling
Ain't no snacks up yo kitchen
Boy you better think of Something
Need me green
Like I need money and my butter
Soning you niggas
Like word to mother
Ron burgundy
I'm Anchor man
You wished me well too late
And now I'm shitting on the rim
Pardon my urgency
Billofwright the shit emergency
Fiction like fables
Until you heard of me
I mean the nerve me
To come on every track
Just like a trick then leave
No common courtesy
My gang lanterns
They'll hurt for me
That mean like merk for me
I put the aeiou in sync
Just like a nursery
Always been this built
Way back since cursory
My uncle kept a beeper lil nigga
Credits
Writer(s): Delando Davis-wright
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