Doubted Me (interlude)
(My ass dont pop my shit ya know)
(I'm low key wit it)
(Aye, aye)
(Aye)
This for all them bitches that doubted me
And all them niggas too
I ran me up a sack
And got a ring
Cuz that's wat winners do
Blazing in the summer
But I'm flaming in the winter too
Step on em like snow in Louis shit
Cuz them my winter boots
Money wat I'm in to
Bout to touch a mil soon
Never got no problems
Got some potnas that will kill you
Never goin backwards
Cuz forward my only motion
Life been full of ups and downs
I guess A nigga roller coasting
Roll a blunt pour some potion
Help maintain my focus
Bitch tried me like a lame
Ion kno wat the hell she smoking
Crunch time pass the rock
Cuz these other niggas choking
Bitches treat me like Lebron
Guess these hoes kno I'm chosen
(They know you the one my boy)
(Don't let 'em catch you slipping)
(Aye)
Move smooth
Keep the tool on ya hip
Don't slip
Double cup slow sip
Catch me chilling in back of the cut
Got the glock by my gut
Got the Wok double cupped
Hit the block
Got the backwoods stuffed
Whole gvng just pulled up
Hopped in the back of the Benz
Gotta hide behind the tint
Move like the President
Bitches used to doubt me
Now they see me getting it in
Hop out; Straight Step on shit
Might pop out
Might just blow a bitch rent
Might just cash out
Do some Louis v kicks
Change my mind
Hit the plug
Like I think I need a brick
Aye Joc ain't sign
But we just got a deal
(Trap)
(I'm low key wit it)
(Aye, aye)
(Aye)
This for all them bitches that doubted me
And all them niggas too
I ran me up a sack
And got a ring
Cuz that's wat winners do
Blazing in the summer
But I'm flaming in the winter too
Step on em like snow in Louis shit
Cuz them my winter boots
Money wat I'm in to
Bout to touch a mil soon
Never got no problems
Got some potnas that will kill you
Never goin backwards
Cuz forward my only motion
Life been full of ups and downs
I guess A nigga roller coasting
Roll a blunt pour some potion
Help maintain my focus
Bitch tried me like a lame
Ion kno wat the hell she smoking
Crunch time pass the rock
Cuz these other niggas choking
Bitches treat me like Lebron
Guess these hoes kno I'm chosen
(They know you the one my boy)
(Don't let 'em catch you slipping)
(Aye)
Move smooth
Keep the tool on ya hip
Don't slip
Double cup slow sip
Catch me chilling in back of the cut
Got the glock by my gut
Got the Wok double cupped
Hit the block
Got the backwoods stuffed
Whole gvng just pulled up
Hopped in the back of the Benz
Gotta hide behind the tint
Move like the President
Bitches used to doubt me
Now they see me getting it in
Hop out; Straight Step on shit
Might pop out
Might just blow a bitch rent
Might just cash out
Do some Louis v kicks
Change my mind
Hit the plug
Like I think I need a brick
Aye Joc ain't sign
But we just got a deal
(Trap)
Credits
Writer(s): Terrance Holt
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