Stuck
I know they stuck
Mad at me cuz I ain't letting up
Talk about me then we wet em up
Last week had to set em up
Last week had the block jumping like a fox
Running from the cops nigga ok ok ok
I know they stuck they need to give the shit up
Enough is enough
How you gon say that you fucking wit me
And be mad when you in the dust
Its not even close so you in a fuss for what
You can not be trusted
Me and the gang connected through pain
You not the same you busted
Boy you busted
Nigga its really real
Fuck if you think its a fairy tail
I know that side of you very well
We spin they block like a carousel
Don Corleone Rod Corleone
Linked up like the Citadel
Might have to call Elon for the car automatic parallel
Trust me he ain't never coming back
Me and J made sure of that
Dawg said he can never lack pull up on him with the double tap
Coulda went and bought a Mike Amiri or a Louis V
But I'm done with that
My swag diff I bag chick I cant I
Damn
Alright now calm down calm down
I know they stuck
Mad at me cuz I ain't letting up
Talk about me then we wet em up
Last week had to set em up
Last week had the block jumping like a fox
Running from the cops nigga ok ok ok
I don't really like to wait around I might put the car in sport
They tried to give me a ticket well imma see your ass in court
Wheels spinning cause I'm still spinning
When I stop spinning wheels still go around
Rodbod on the top top and its nauseating when a nigga look down
Bigger than the world not the nation
Rodbod he ain't shit to play with
I say take a break niggas take six
I say knock em off niggas make hits
Still working when I'm on vacation still working when I'm
Yea
Very obnoxious
Ten thousand in all of my pockets
I put it in motion
I gotta stay focus
Four hundred thousand to fuck up the potion
They hope I don't notice
Ice on me it look like an ocean like how can I hold this
I pop outside with extended clips like what's the commotion
In the whip going on adventures like I'm Bilbo
On the gram he flexing ten bands and he still broke
In the crib where his momma sleep he gotta tip toe
At the party pack him up like lunch in a bento
Catch me speeding in that new Ferrari with the roof gone
In the winter I got no coat that boy too cold
Yea
Aye that by like too cold, that boy too cold
That boy too cold
Mad at me cuz I ain't letting up
Talk about me then we wet em up
Last week had to set em up
Last week had the block jumping like a fox
Running from the cops nigga ok ok ok
I know they stuck they need to give the shit up
Enough is enough
How you gon say that you fucking wit me
And be mad when you in the dust
Its not even close so you in a fuss for what
You can not be trusted
Me and the gang connected through pain
You not the same you busted
Boy you busted
Nigga its really real
Fuck if you think its a fairy tail
I know that side of you very well
We spin they block like a carousel
Don Corleone Rod Corleone
Linked up like the Citadel
Might have to call Elon for the car automatic parallel
Trust me he ain't never coming back
Me and J made sure of that
Dawg said he can never lack pull up on him with the double tap
Coulda went and bought a Mike Amiri or a Louis V
But I'm done with that
My swag diff I bag chick I cant I
Damn
Alright now calm down calm down
I know they stuck
Mad at me cuz I ain't letting up
Talk about me then we wet em up
Last week had to set em up
Last week had the block jumping like a fox
Running from the cops nigga ok ok ok
I don't really like to wait around I might put the car in sport
They tried to give me a ticket well imma see your ass in court
Wheels spinning cause I'm still spinning
When I stop spinning wheels still go around
Rodbod on the top top and its nauseating when a nigga look down
Bigger than the world not the nation
Rodbod he ain't shit to play with
I say take a break niggas take six
I say knock em off niggas make hits
Still working when I'm on vacation still working when I'm
Yea
Very obnoxious
Ten thousand in all of my pockets
I put it in motion
I gotta stay focus
Four hundred thousand to fuck up the potion
They hope I don't notice
Ice on me it look like an ocean like how can I hold this
I pop outside with extended clips like what's the commotion
In the whip going on adventures like I'm Bilbo
On the gram he flexing ten bands and he still broke
In the crib where his momma sleep he gotta tip toe
At the party pack him up like lunch in a bento
Catch me speeding in that new Ferrari with the roof gone
In the winter I got no coat that boy too cold
Yea
Aye that by like too cold, that boy too cold
That boy too cold
Credits
Writer(s): Cameron Perkins, Rodney Solomon Brown
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