From the X
Harmonizing
Nah, fuck that
This ain't some singing shit
Prayed for this shit, bought me a whip
Liquor in my solo, I'm taking a sip
VVS all on my neck and wrist,
Applying the drip, never hiding from shit
"I ain't ever front on Kobe" now we gon lie in this bitch
You know that it's over, if send them over, my brothas excited to clip
Yeah, they know I could spit
Walk in the party, we all gettin lit in this bitch
Never gon trip, smoking gelato, it's bussin, I rolled up this shit, got me high like a blimp
My shit is timeless, set a reminder, locate your shorty, think that I found her
Don't want no downer, will never go down her
I wake up and smell up on all the flowers
You done did no change, turn ya life to a movie and shoot it in close range
They can not stop it, fly like a rocket, 100 in pocket, but, to me, that is chump change
Fuck on your person of interest, now when she see me she stand at attention
I'm from the BX where niggas will snatch you for snitching my nigga, so don't get offended
We counting this money, if you think that it's funny, pull through to ya district
God is my witness, you can't predict this, all of my niggas is different
Ya niggas be watching, and they be talking but don't wanna sit down to chop it
Now tell me what's poppin?? I'm making this bread and don't plan on stoppin, choppa don't get tired of choppin
Stars in the roof put out the fire my nigga, I just lit up the booth
Don't make a move, you not on my level my nigga, to you I have nothin to prove
Damn it I'm smooth, don't go against me, if you do I promise you'll lose
Best mind your P's, got niggas that'll shoot you on queue(Q)
What you tryna do, been keepin my cool
Me and my niggas walk around with a tool
If I let em loose, they snatch up ya chain, ya name, Moncler or ya Goose
My nigga you choose
I got the sauce, niggas is salt I walk around like the boss
Ain't no skipped or no pause my niggas is always on go
I hope that you know, I'll send you back, nothin like a throw (throwback)
My nigga don't come to my state, you'll end up on my plate
Been through the struggle, ain't shit I can't take
I am so lyrical, haven't yet reached my pinnacle
Shot to the face
BOW
Shit got too critical
Nah, fuck that
This ain't some singing shit
Prayed for this shit, bought me a whip
Liquor in my solo, I'm taking a sip
VVS all on my neck and wrist,
Applying the drip, never hiding from shit
"I ain't ever front on Kobe" now we gon lie in this bitch
You know that it's over, if send them over, my brothas excited to clip
Yeah, they know I could spit
Walk in the party, we all gettin lit in this bitch
Never gon trip, smoking gelato, it's bussin, I rolled up this shit, got me high like a blimp
My shit is timeless, set a reminder, locate your shorty, think that I found her
Don't want no downer, will never go down her
I wake up and smell up on all the flowers
You done did no change, turn ya life to a movie and shoot it in close range
They can not stop it, fly like a rocket, 100 in pocket, but, to me, that is chump change
Fuck on your person of interest, now when she see me she stand at attention
I'm from the BX where niggas will snatch you for snitching my nigga, so don't get offended
We counting this money, if you think that it's funny, pull through to ya district
God is my witness, you can't predict this, all of my niggas is different
Ya niggas be watching, and they be talking but don't wanna sit down to chop it
Now tell me what's poppin?? I'm making this bread and don't plan on stoppin, choppa don't get tired of choppin
Stars in the roof put out the fire my nigga, I just lit up the booth
Don't make a move, you not on my level my nigga, to you I have nothin to prove
Damn it I'm smooth, don't go against me, if you do I promise you'll lose
Best mind your P's, got niggas that'll shoot you on queue(Q)
What you tryna do, been keepin my cool
Me and my niggas walk around with a tool
If I let em loose, they snatch up ya chain, ya name, Moncler or ya Goose
My nigga you choose
I got the sauce, niggas is salt I walk around like the boss
Ain't no skipped or no pause my niggas is always on go
I hope that you know, I'll send you back, nothin like a throw (throwback)
My nigga don't come to my state, you'll end up on my plate
Been through the struggle, ain't shit I can't take
I am so lyrical, haven't yet reached my pinnacle
Shot to the face
BOW
Shit got too critical
Credits
Writer(s): Kobe Avalos
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