GEORGETOWN
Bust it out I got a feeling
Lil homie watching from a distance, saw some things that he ain't need to
My big brody bought a Honda, he was trapping out the lots
Chiefing, scheming, asking- asking why they wanna be us
That big homie is your realest, caught him lacking' from a distance
I ain't say shit
That's some shit that ain't my business
I'm just praying
This bad bitch say she my witness
I'm just laughing
And niggas been already known I get the cash in
Getting so much money they like, "Lemøn you the worst"
These niggas want me dead man I feel like Durk
I gave a hundred thousand to the murderers
I put a diamond necklace on a murderer
Look around like, "Have you had enough?"
I been taxing on you knowing that you mad, for what?
Me and Lemøn Drizzy dropping, smoking gas for what?
I been hopping out the Beamer, getting cash for what?
Jacko hopping out of Beamers getting cash for what?
Lemøn why the hell you keep a fucking semi tucked?
Hopping out the lambo or the fucking Bentley truck
Jacko run you over in a semi truck
Look, yea, yea
Big uppage, big money, big vision, big living
I ain't' come around for nothing little (look)
Bless up brother got the baggage on him
I'm gon get down like I'm walking, you can call me Michael Jacko on em'
Imma run up all this money I won't stop at nothing (cash)
Niggas playing with the gang like they ain't learn from nothing
Saw him shufflin' to the car that's how I know he bluffing (skrrt skrrt)
I done made his momma cry and then I bought a muffin, Lemøn
(Smacko, Smacko, Smackosaurus nigga)
Lil homie watching from a distance, saw some things that he ain't need to
My big brody bought a Honda, he was trapping out the lots
Chiefing, scheming, asking- asking why they wanna be us
That big homie is your realest, caught him lacking' from a distance
I ain't say shit
That's some shit that ain't my business
I'm just praying
This bad bitch say she my witness
I'm just laughing
And niggas been already known I get the cash in
Getting so much money they like, "Lemøn you the worst"
These niggas want me dead man I feel like Durk
I gave a hundred thousand to the murderers
I put a diamond necklace on a murderer
Look around like, "Have you had enough?"
I been taxing on you knowing that you mad, for what?
Me and Lemøn Drizzy dropping, smoking gas for what?
I been hopping out the Beamer, getting cash for what?
Jacko hopping out of Beamers getting cash for what?
Lemøn why the hell you keep a fucking semi tucked?
Hopping out the lambo or the fucking Bentley truck
Jacko run you over in a semi truck
Look, yea, yea
Big uppage, big money, big vision, big living
I ain't' come around for nothing little (look)
Bless up brother got the baggage on him
I'm gon get down like I'm walking, you can call me Michael Jacko on em'
Imma run up all this money I won't stop at nothing (cash)
Niggas playing with the gang like they ain't learn from nothing
Saw him shufflin' to the car that's how I know he bluffing (skrrt skrrt)
I done made his momma cry and then I bought a muffin, Lemøn
(Smacko, Smacko, Smackosaurus nigga)
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Writer(s): Jackson Gray
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