Groundworking
Sebz Beats, baby
A hundred miles up
I got the nitties in a twist (Twis' up) and I had no role model
I'm just livin' how I live (I am)
With my big cuzzy S, showed me dinners in a dish (Straight)
I had had dough pouch dreams 'bout sittin' with a brick (So much)
Yo, hit the strip 'fore I came back with a number (Hundred)
Any opp, beat this .44 wap out your jumper (Bap)
Free my nigga S, we was so gassed from a younger (Fully)
Man, I used to hit shots in a dinger by summer (Shit)
Man, I grew up in the 5th with a shots of the toppin' (5th)
With the dots would've thought cuzzy known from college (Badder)
Ever since, I knew bae, I don't trust her to lock it (I don't)
When I see them boy there, I'm just bustin' my rocket (Baow)
Summer time snow, you couldn't go where I grew up (You couldn't)
All now, me and F on the main road, two up (We are)
Niggas rap like slappers, but they never rise boot up (Facts)
I was trappin' when the end of my jeans was bootcut (Fuck)
Cost to be a boss, I just lost couple rackers (Fuck)
I weren't chillin' with the hackers
I was trappin' with the trappers (Country)
And we had to be attackers, told Busy, "Now we're rappin'" (Told)
Have you ever seen a bougie bitch turn into a badders (Fuck)
Rotty shells expands, send a piece thru' your bally (Bells)
And a likkle bit of paper, turn these grown men catty (Punks)
In the alley with my akhi, only way he's gettin' trappy (Facts)
Put this brick on my strip and it's straight from Manny (Facts)
When the car doors pop, it does a trap, but undercover (Fuck)
And you lied to your fans, but are you lyin' to your brother? (Punk)
Are you kickin' with the nigga that was knifin' up your brother (Punk)
We ain't postin' a snap, we just lighten up the brucker
Look, I lost bro young, started drillin' with a stick (Bo-boo)
Wet him so many times, thought he put him in a zip (Shit)
Put this rum in this whip and recook it with the Lizz' (Cool)
I'm on stage, my nigga F still cookin' in a tizz (Wash it up)
I lost bro young, started drillin' with a stick (Bo-boo)
Wet him so many times, thought he put him in a zip (Shit)
Put this rum in this whip and recook it with the Lizz' (Cool)
I'm on stage, my nigga F still cookin' in a tizz (Wash it up, shit)
A hundred miles up
I got the nitties in a twist (Twis' up) and I had no role model
I'm just livin' how I live (I am)
With my big cuzzy S, showed me dinners in a dish (Straight)
I had had dough pouch dreams 'bout sittin' with a brick (So much)
Yo, hit the strip 'fore I came back with a number (Hundred)
Any opp, beat this .44 wap out your jumper (Bap)
Free my nigga S, we was so gassed from a younger (Fully)
Man, I used to hit shots in a dinger by summer (Shit)
Man, I grew up in the 5th with a shots of the toppin' (5th)
With the dots would've thought cuzzy known from college (Badder)
Ever since, I knew bae, I don't trust her to lock it (I don't)
When I see them boy there, I'm just bustin' my rocket (Baow)
Summer time snow, you couldn't go where I grew up (You couldn't)
All now, me and F on the main road, two up (We are)
Niggas rap like slappers, but they never rise boot up (Facts)
I was trappin' when the end of my jeans was bootcut (Fuck)
Cost to be a boss, I just lost couple rackers (Fuck)
I weren't chillin' with the hackers
I was trappin' with the trappers (Country)
And we had to be attackers, told Busy, "Now we're rappin'" (Told)
Have you ever seen a bougie bitch turn into a badders (Fuck)
Rotty shells expands, send a piece thru' your bally (Bells)
And a likkle bit of paper, turn these grown men catty (Punks)
In the alley with my akhi, only way he's gettin' trappy (Facts)
Put this brick on my strip and it's straight from Manny (Facts)
When the car doors pop, it does a trap, but undercover (Fuck)
And you lied to your fans, but are you lyin' to your brother? (Punk)
Are you kickin' with the nigga that was knifin' up your brother (Punk)
We ain't postin' a snap, we just lighten up the brucker
Look, I lost bro young, started drillin' with a stick (Bo-boo)
Wet him so many times, thought he put him in a zip (Shit)
Put this rum in this whip and recook it with the Lizz' (Cool)
I'm on stage, my nigga F still cookin' in a tizz (Wash it up)
I lost bro young, started drillin' with a stick (Bo-boo)
Wet him so many times, thought he put him in a zip (Shit)
Put this rum in this whip and recook it with the Lizz' (Cool)
I'm on stage, my nigga F still cookin' in a tizz (Wash it up, shit)
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Writer(s): Sebastian Obasohan, Teeway Teeway
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