LAUNCH (feat. Tragiik Lbe)
Leaders
Raps tight
Seats white
Whip clean
Even got a badder bitch
Grow trees
Press hash
Make wax
Got to go and flood the strip
50 piece
Book flight
Ship Ps
Then I had to flood the wrist
You the type of nigga
5 points
One steal
And got no assists
I been getting hella faded for the past days
I've been getting chauffeured, moving round like a taxi
Do the dash, going fast
Go a hundred like a drag race
I roll a leaf, it got bomb like Iraq
Wood fat like a baton, it's not a track meet
Out in Cali like Lebron but got KDs
Two Ks in the trunk they can't play me
Hey b
Why my ex still hate me
See through you crystal clear like HD
My grand prize, smoke will rise out in A Z
She mad I fucked the weed game on the same sheets
I never left
Trap till my death
Told her I can't leave
I'm talking to the point I'm preaching
This how Mace be
The audacity of a nigga saying he made me
Same swag, shoulder shimmy on my eighth ring
It's me and Jimmy up in first place
Y'all eight seeds
Got a whole lotta money
Whole lotta weed
I ain't really into beef
That's why the message green
And if it ain't about no money
Don't be texting me
Respectfully I'm cooking up
I got the recipe
I walk up to a bad bitch
I say what's up
Say she trying to put all of these drugs in my cup
Say she wanna kick it with me
Just like a punt
I'm seeing all this weed
Yeah your boy is on a hunt
Only way I'm on a chase is a bank street
Got to pay me
All first defensive team
You can't lay me
Niggas animated
I play myself in movies like AD
Home run derby
How you here and you can't swing
Bunch of red bulls
These niggas just got fake wings
Giving out blueprints when I rap
No need to trace me
Properties chilling up in my vault
I got safeties
Me and my whole crew gone eat until the plate clean
Got my own brush
Never care how they paint me
Pocket full of hunchos
Shout out to H3
Still the same me
These niggas can't change me
Leaders
When I'm chilling in the moment I get lost in the vibe
I got a duffel full of fifties
Got your hoe on the side
Niggas broke as fuck in person
But be upping on live
I'm rolling back to back woods
And stuffed is the size
Got a whole lotta money
Whole lotta weed
I ain't really into beef
That's why the message green
And if it ain't about no money
Don't be texting me
Respectfully I'm cooking up
I got the recipe
I walk up to a bad bitch
I say what's up
Say she trying to put all of these drugs in my cup
Say she wanna kick it with me
Just like a punt
I'm seeing all this weed
Yeah your boy is on a hunt
Raps tight
Seats white
Whip clean
Even got a badder bitch
Grow trees
Press hash
Make wax
Got to go and flood the strip
50 piece
Book flight
Ship Ps
Then I had to flood the wrist
You the type of nigga
5 points
One steal
And got no assists
I been getting hella faded for the past days
I've been getting chauffeured, moving round like a taxi
Do the dash, going fast
Go a hundred like a drag race
I roll a leaf, it got bomb like Iraq
Wood fat like a baton, it's not a track meet
Out in Cali like Lebron but got KDs
Two Ks in the trunk they can't play me
Hey b
Why my ex still hate me
See through you crystal clear like HD
My grand prize, smoke will rise out in A Z
She mad I fucked the weed game on the same sheets
I never left
Trap till my death
Told her I can't leave
I'm talking to the point I'm preaching
This how Mace be
The audacity of a nigga saying he made me
Same swag, shoulder shimmy on my eighth ring
It's me and Jimmy up in first place
Y'all eight seeds
Got a whole lotta money
Whole lotta weed
I ain't really into beef
That's why the message green
And if it ain't about no money
Don't be texting me
Respectfully I'm cooking up
I got the recipe
I walk up to a bad bitch
I say what's up
Say she trying to put all of these drugs in my cup
Say she wanna kick it with me
Just like a punt
I'm seeing all this weed
Yeah your boy is on a hunt
Only way I'm on a chase is a bank street
Got to pay me
All first defensive team
You can't lay me
Niggas animated
I play myself in movies like AD
Home run derby
How you here and you can't swing
Bunch of red bulls
These niggas just got fake wings
Giving out blueprints when I rap
No need to trace me
Properties chilling up in my vault
I got safeties
Me and my whole crew gone eat until the plate clean
Got my own brush
Never care how they paint me
Pocket full of hunchos
Shout out to H3
Still the same me
These niggas can't change me
Leaders
When I'm chilling in the moment I get lost in the vibe
I got a duffel full of fifties
Got your hoe on the side
Niggas broke as fuck in person
But be upping on live
I'm rolling back to back woods
And stuffed is the size
Got a whole lotta money
Whole lotta weed
I ain't really into beef
That's why the message green
And if it ain't about no money
Don't be texting me
Respectfully I'm cooking up
I got the recipe
I walk up to a bad bitch
I say what's up
Say she trying to put all of these drugs in my cup
Say she wanna kick it with me
Just like a punt
I'm seeing all this weed
Yeah your boy is on a hunt
Credits
Writer(s): K Williams
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