Green Eggs & Ham
Shit, damn
Ayy
Woke up this morning, eat my green eggs and ham
Niggas up in my business dawg, really don't give a damn
30 up in my pocket, we will shoot him if we can
I'm loading up, loading up
I got a four and I pour it up
Off a perc 30 now I'm throwing up
How you say that you gang, you was never with us
And I'm smoking biscotti you smelling the must
I pull up in a foreign, I ain't riding a bus
Shit, fuck, I wasn't 'posed to cuss
Niggas be playing too much
My shooter be spraying too much
Gotta keep going till I hit the finish line
If I don't got my choppa, I stay with my nine
She look at my cup, she thought it was wine
.223s to his spine
Margiela my pants, my shirt number 9
My momma just told me wait for your time
I'm smoking on candy, it's Gushers
Yellow Louis Vuitton, mustard
You the secretary boy I'm the governor
You put your heart in that bitch, I don't trust her
Cash Money on me, I feel like I'm Baby
Maniac, I'm going crazy
I'm going crazy as fuck
Pull up in a big body Tonka truck
I'm smoking exotic, it's leaving me stuck
When she walk in the room, then you know that she fucked
You only be talking, you doing too much
If I say it, I do it
I get to the bucks
And I'm up in the hills, I'm cooling with sluts
My first shotgun, imma shoot it and bust
We don't need security, we don't get touched
I'm on my last line, I'm pouring the crush
Lloyd Banks, Young Buck
Huh, I get it like I'm 50
Chest was flat, I paid for the titties
Mickey Mouse, yall niggas Minnies
Boyz n the hood, shot him like he Ricky
Shout out Flacko Jodye, I'm feeling pretty
Dior sandals, I feel like I'm Moses
Tell the truth, don't sugarcoat it
I'm in the streets and I got a motive
I control the block like a controller
Gucci my socks, Balenci my runners
Underground, feel like Harriet Tubman
Potato on the chop, you don't hear nothing
She wanna fuck with a nigga that's buzzing
Shout out to Addie you know that's my cousin
I get the guap and you know that I double it
If it's not more then 10, then you know I ain't touching it
I love getting money, the shit for the fun of it
If Don don't like it, then I'm not trusting you
You talking shit, the gun gave him a melon
If a whale need water, then imma sell it
(mumbling)
Ayy
Woke up this morning, eat my green eggs and ham
Niggas up in my business dawg, really don't give a damn
30 up in my pocket, we will shoot him if we can
I'm loading up, loading up
I got a four and I pour it up
Off a perc 30 now I'm throwing up
How you say that you gang, you was never with us
And I'm smoking biscotti you smelling the must
I pull up in a foreign, I ain't riding a bus
Shit, fuck, I wasn't 'posed to cuss
Niggas be playing too much
My shooter be spraying too much
Gotta keep going till I hit the finish line
If I don't got my choppa, I stay with my nine
She look at my cup, she thought it was wine
.223s to his spine
Margiela my pants, my shirt number 9
My momma just told me wait for your time
I'm smoking on candy, it's Gushers
Yellow Louis Vuitton, mustard
You the secretary boy I'm the governor
You put your heart in that bitch, I don't trust her
Cash Money on me, I feel like I'm Baby
Maniac, I'm going crazy
I'm going crazy as fuck
Pull up in a big body Tonka truck
I'm smoking exotic, it's leaving me stuck
When she walk in the room, then you know that she fucked
You only be talking, you doing too much
If I say it, I do it
I get to the bucks
And I'm up in the hills, I'm cooling with sluts
My first shotgun, imma shoot it and bust
We don't need security, we don't get touched
I'm on my last line, I'm pouring the crush
Lloyd Banks, Young Buck
Huh, I get it like I'm 50
Chest was flat, I paid for the titties
Mickey Mouse, yall niggas Minnies
Boyz n the hood, shot him like he Ricky
Shout out Flacko Jodye, I'm feeling pretty
Dior sandals, I feel like I'm Moses
Tell the truth, don't sugarcoat it
I'm in the streets and I got a motive
I control the block like a controller
Gucci my socks, Balenci my runners
Underground, feel like Harriet Tubman
Potato on the chop, you don't hear nothing
She wanna fuck with a nigga that's buzzing
Shout out to Addie you know that's my cousin
I get the guap and you know that I double it
If it's not more then 10, then you know I ain't touching it
I love getting money, the shit for the fun of it
If Don don't like it, then I'm not trusting you
You talking shit, the gun gave him a melon
If a whale need water, then imma sell it
(mumbling)
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Writer(s): Sheikh Nurein Omar, Adam Kirkman, Donovan Hoskins
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