Has2be
And you say we working out now you ain't no athlete
Boys came straight up out that dug like we in a track meet
How you telling me my moves but you in the backseat?
Yea, aye rev it up rev it up rev it up rev it up rev it up rev it up
But you not gone get in the pit tho I already know how yall do yall 5.0s
But you already know how we do shoutout Simba, shoutout Eazy E, shoutout Runninseason
And you say we working out now you ain't no athlete
Boys came straight up out the dug like we in a track meet
How you telling me my moves but you in the backseat?
How these grown men wanna sneak diss boy gone head at me
Shawty think she is a 10 but got all that acne
I been humble since the start when I remixed Rent Free
I had to start it all again do it for my family
Boy just sing and dance like Bryson not talking NLE
But that Choppa got a squeeze now it's on that brand new lease
And I real life don't got friends only gained some enemies
Grown man hit me with that cap I almost caught a felony
And that's how it has2be
Please don't come up in my dms asking hey you mad at me?
Man I told you that my mental low I'm only craving peace
If you can't push no P than you an L
My boy you really green
I'm in that coupe swerving with Eazy E out A, you pleading me
Not pleasing me
I count to 5
Nah only 3
Now we at 1
You bout to flee
My boy you SOFT
That's lame to see
I'm hitting hard
I made it green
I'm like yxngxchris
Blood on the leaves
More like Santana
I'm Off The Leash
Hit that drift my boys said "sheeesh"
Feel like the king of the hill
People they know where I'm at yea yea
My name is nomad no home
It ain't no I'm off the map
Don't wanna go to Mexico I heard it's trash (Nah, ha)
Tis' the season where we running in our racks
Losers checking their backs
Pray to God they ain't lack
I don't even got straps
Gave you blast from the past
Big Tonka big Rango
Not ever showing up last
They said more drama from me sipping the tea like it's activist
And you say we working out now you ain't no athlete
Boys came straight up out the dug like we in a track meet
How you telling me my moves but you in the backseat?
How these grown men wanna sneak diss boy go ahead at me
Shorty think she is a 10 but got all that acne
That's really what I wanted yall to know like
How you posted on Instagram thinking you a 10 bro
Take that makeup off what you really look like without that
Stop playing with me
Boys came straight up out that dug like we in a track meet
How you telling me my moves but you in the backseat?
Yea, aye rev it up rev it up rev it up rev it up rev it up rev it up
But you not gone get in the pit tho I already know how yall do yall 5.0s
But you already know how we do shoutout Simba, shoutout Eazy E, shoutout Runninseason
And you say we working out now you ain't no athlete
Boys came straight up out the dug like we in a track meet
How you telling me my moves but you in the backseat?
How these grown men wanna sneak diss boy gone head at me
Shawty think she is a 10 but got all that acne
I been humble since the start when I remixed Rent Free
I had to start it all again do it for my family
Boy just sing and dance like Bryson not talking NLE
But that Choppa got a squeeze now it's on that brand new lease
And I real life don't got friends only gained some enemies
Grown man hit me with that cap I almost caught a felony
And that's how it has2be
Please don't come up in my dms asking hey you mad at me?
Man I told you that my mental low I'm only craving peace
If you can't push no P than you an L
My boy you really green
I'm in that coupe swerving with Eazy E out A, you pleading me
Not pleasing me
I count to 5
Nah only 3
Now we at 1
You bout to flee
My boy you SOFT
That's lame to see
I'm hitting hard
I made it green
I'm like yxngxchris
Blood on the leaves
More like Santana
I'm Off The Leash
Hit that drift my boys said "sheeesh"
Feel like the king of the hill
People they know where I'm at yea yea
My name is nomad no home
It ain't no I'm off the map
Don't wanna go to Mexico I heard it's trash (Nah, ha)
Tis' the season where we running in our racks
Losers checking their backs
Pray to God they ain't lack
I don't even got straps
Gave you blast from the past
Big Tonka big Rango
Not ever showing up last
They said more drama from me sipping the tea like it's activist
And you say we working out now you ain't no athlete
Boys came straight up out the dug like we in a track meet
How you telling me my moves but you in the backseat?
How these grown men wanna sneak diss boy go ahead at me
Shorty think she is a 10 but got all that acne
That's really what I wanted yall to know like
How you posted on Instagram thinking you a 10 bro
Take that makeup off what you really look like without that
Stop playing with me
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Writer(s): Isaac Hilts
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