August 17th

Yeah
Yeah
Look...

This that type of shit you gotta think about
This that type of shit you bring when you leave the house
I hear people telling stories now
What's real and not? Who's real and not?
Did ya stock drop? Did ya shit flop? I feel you nigga
I really do rollin' sticky in the coupe
Roll around the city with nothing to do
Lying to me that's that shit I see right through
Smile in my face but stab me in the back
We see how you move we can't respect that
I be out improving while you sit back
Negative energy be a impact
Anytime you see me you know I'm mobbin'
Riding in ya momma's whip
You should get the windows tinted
Flexing fake shit and now we know you in it
Rumors bout me man they all acquitted
As soon as shit sink then they all dippin'
I need bout six rings like I'm Scottie Pippen
I need a new chain with the new pendant
In it five years and I'm independent
She wanna start a life I had to hurt her feelings
I'm plotting on millions
Not sappy love and she just wanna fuck and take drugs
My Spanish ting really used to be the plug
New outlet
Spending money on new outfits
Gotta set the bar when I'm stepping out
My left wrist froze anytime I'm out
Anytime I'm out
You know what I'm about
Aye
What I'm about
Never lacking anytime I leave the house
If you in the way then we runnin' through
I know what I gotta do
And ima show you
Ima show you



Credits
Writer(s): Nathaniel Johnson
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