Everlastin'
Ayy, D.B. plug me up
Yeah, man, y'all know what the fuck going on, man
I'm about to walk on this bitch
Uh
Spit that fire like a Draco
Boy da spot hot so I lay low
I be fresh as hell like fabo
I pay racks to get the case closed
My trap open when I say so
She wanna fuck, but that hoe late though
I might fuck, she bring that cake though
That ass fat, but can it shake though
I pay rent to let the door swing
Boy that shit cut, that ain't codeine
I'm big lit, so I need more green
You heard my music, but don't know me
Sold two-fours, but I'm not Kobe
Being broke, that shit my phobia
My dawg free, this whip got no leash
Push to start this shit, need no keys
This rap shit hard, but yeah, it's simple
I just walk on beats like Kimba
Lion hearted like I'm Simba
Beat the odds, this shit be mental
Bought this shit, it ain't no rental
Dropped a comma for my dental
Green laser, that ain't no pimple
You ain't no crip, I'll leave you crippled
My pants need yoga, because they grow knots
Went to jail, but still I won't stop
In the club and then I turn out
Turning heads just like a doorknob
Having guns just like it's Fortnite
Shoot your ass and then I burn out
Having shit, they know my crew hot
Getting money can tell that you not, nigga
Come on, man, we counting up in the mic, nigga
What the fuck going on
Shit everlasting, but we ain't boxing, bitch
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
Yeah, man, y'all know what the fuck going on, man
I'm about to walk on this bitch
Uh
Spit that fire like a Draco
Boy da spot hot so I lay low
I be fresh as hell like fabo
I pay racks to get the case closed
My trap open when I say so
She wanna fuck, but that hoe late though
I might fuck, she bring that cake though
That ass fat, but can it shake though
I pay rent to let the door swing
Boy that shit cut, that ain't codeine
I'm big lit, so I need more green
You heard my music, but don't know me
Sold two-fours, but I'm not Kobe
Being broke, that shit my phobia
My dawg free, this whip got no leash
Push to start this shit, need no keys
This rap shit hard, but yeah, it's simple
I just walk on beats like Kimba
Lion hearted like I'm Simba
Beat the odds, this shit be mental
Bought this shit, it ain't no rental
Dropped a comma for my dental
Green laser, that ain't no pimple
You ain't no crip, I'll leave you crippled
My pants need yoga, because they grow knots
Went to jail, but still I won't stop
In the club and then I turn out
Turning heads just like a doorknob
Having guns just like it's Fortnite
Shoot your ass and then I burn out
Having shit, they know my crew hot
Getting money can tell that you not, nigga
Come on, man, we counting up in the mic, nigga
What the fuck going on
Shit everlasting, but we ain't boxing, bitch
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
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Writer(s): Billy Mclean
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