OLine
Ay, dat ho keep on watching
She wanna be in the picture, I cant slip up gotta keep ballin'
Ima punch a lil shirt, but I can't tell no one cause they'll be knockin'
Bro gotta stretcher, but he keep it tucked cause he don't wanna spot em
I'm in the clutch, where they get rude and they don't really care about robbin'
Bro hit the Navy, got a 15 what can I buy wit these options
I like the money, the fashion, so if I see them Rick's I'm go buy em
He tryna get a sack, I'm on the O-Line, Ima be blockin'
They want me out the game, so they keep sellin' all dat floppin'
You say you get cheese, but you in the mall doing no coppin'
White boy in the field, throwing a Hail Mary like he Rodgers
I like my vegetables, but if you want let's get it poppin'
You out yo mind if think you charging 300 for a beat, uh
She wanna taste the lean, uh
Put that X in Codeine
She want my heart, the key
I'm a money lil fiend, uh
You spent 100 on green, uh
She goin do it for free, uh
She goin do it cause she already know I got it in my hands
Went broke you had a band
Lil bro got no chance
Bro tryna be in the music video he really wanna be my mans
Ayy, sorry gang no you can't
I ain't kno I had white fans
Ay, dat ho keep on watching
She wanna be in the picture, I cant slip up gotta keep ballin'
Ima punch a lil shirt, but I can't tell no one cause they'll be knockin'
Bro gotta stretcher, but he keep it tucked cause he don't wanna spot em
She wanna be in the picture, I cant slip up gotta keep ballin'
Ima punch a lil shirt, but I can't tell no one cause they'll be knockin'
Bro gotta stretcher, but he keep it tucked cause he don't wanna spot em
I'm in the clutch, where they get rude and they don't really care about robbin'
Bro hit the Navy, got a 15 what can I buy wit these options
I like the money, the fashion, so if I see them Rick's I'm go buy em
He tryna get a sack, I'm on the O-Line, Ima be blockin'
They want me out the game, so they keep sellin' all dat floppin'
You say you get cheese, but you in the mall doing no coppin'
White boy in the field, throwing a Hail Mary like he Rodgers
I like my vegetables, but if you want let's get it poppin'
You out yo mind if think you charging 300 for a beat, uh
She wanna taste the lean, uh
Put that X in Codeine
She want my heart, the key
I'm a money lil fiend, uh
You spent 100 on green, uh
She goin do it for free, uh
She goin do it cause she already know I got it in my hands
Went broke you had a band
Lil bro got no chance
Bro tryna be in the music video he really wanna be my mans
Ayy, sorry gang no you can't
I ain't kno I had white fans
Ay, dat ho keep on watching
She wanna be in the picture, I cant slip up gotta keep ballin'
Ima punch a lil shirt, but I can't tell no one cause they'll be knockin'
Bro gotta stretcher, but he keep it tucked cause he don't wanna spot em
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Writer(s): Phillip Ranson
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