Relapse (feat. Pe$oWay)
I'm in this bitch going dummy
Fucked up a bag and now I'm running
Ooh running straight to that check
I went to the bank and they gave me some racks
I went to the bank and they gave me a stack I'm getting this bread I cannot relapse
Clean young man but I'm really so dope
Make it so bad I ain't even sold dope
Never save hoes i ain't even sold hope
Beating up the pussy got it leaning on rope
Spitting on the mic then I think I seen smoke
Come to get rich so I can't leave broke
Tryna make the most of the things I note
Won't get much if you really can't cope
I hit the gas and I'm really on go
They say I'm lit nigga really I glow
Get to the top leave you niggas below
I do not brag I don't do this for show
Niggas go ghost when you need them the most
That's why I get what I need on my own
You take the rope and they string you along
I'm tryna get to paid they tend to prolong
Tryna get right I don't see nothing wrong
Saucing them niggas Dijon
Flex on them niggas I'm strong
I gotta pick a few bones
Hating shit we don't condone
I do not speak in that tone
Lately I've been in the zone
I'll take my seat at the throne
I'm in this bitch going dummy
Fucked up a bag and now I'm running
Ooh running straight to that check
I went to the bank and they gave me some racks
I went to the bank and they gave me a stack I'm getting this bread I cannot relapse
I'm working too hard can I please get a clap
The way that I'm chasing I need it, no map
I'm chasing these racks on racks on racks
Yea yea yea
But let me just go a lil crazy
No 2 door but my 4 door looking crazy
This life that I'm living so brazy
When I sped off she like damn you amazing
I'm doing this shit on time call that daily
Stomping the yard I ain't talking no breezy
I'm flexing up making shit look too easy
The way that I ride on the beat
Respecting my grind my niggas gone eat
Somehow we gone shine and that is on me
I'm loving all these new found haters
I'm chomping shit call it the gators
Run in your house like the raiders
I'm in this bitch going dummy
Fucked up a bag and now I'm running
Ooh running straight to that check
I went to the bank and they gave me some racks
I went to the bank and they gave me a stack I'm getting this bread I cannot relapse
Fucked up a bag and now I'm running
Ooh running straight to that check
I went to the bank and they gave me some racks
I went to the bank and they gave me a stack I'm getting this bread I cannot relapse
Clean young man but I'm really so dope
Make it so bad I ain't even sold dope
Never save hoes i ain't even sold hope
Beating up the pussy got it leaning on rope
Spitting on the mic then I think I seen smoke
Come to get rich so I can't leave broke
Tryna make the most of the things I note
Won't get much if you really can't cope
I hit the gas and I'm really on go
They say I'm lit nigga really I glow
Get to the top leave you niggas below
I do not brag I don't do this for show
Niggas go ghost when you need them the most
That's why I get what I need on my own
You take the rope and they string you along
I'm tryna get to paid they tend to prolong
Tryna get right I don't see nothing wrong
Saucing them niggas Dijon
Flex on them niggas I'm strong
I gotta pick a few bones
Hating shit we don't condone
I do not speak in that tone
Lately I've been in the zone
I'll take my seat at the throne
I'm in this bitch going dummy
Fucked up a bag and now I'm running
Ooh running straight to that check
I went to the bank and they gave me some racks
I went to the bank and they gave me a stack I'm getting this bread I cannot relapse
I'm working too hard can I please get a clap
The way that I'm chasing I need it, no map
I'm chasing these racks on racks on racks
Yea yea yea
But let me just go a lil crazy
No 2 door but my 4 door looking crazy
This life that I'm living so brazy
When I sped off she like damn you amazing
I'm doing this shit on time call that daily
Stomping the yard I ain't talking no breezy
I'm flexing up making shit look too easy
The way that I ride on the beat
Respecting my grind my niggas gone eat
Somehow we gone shine and that is on me
I'm loving all these new found haters
I'm chomping shit call it the gators
Run in your house like the raiders
I'm in this bitch going dummy
Fucked up a bag and now I'm running
Ooh running straight to that check
I went to the bank and they gave me some racks
I went to the bank and they gave me a stack I'm getting this bread I cannot relapse
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Writer(s): Demetrius Mckay
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