Ioweyou
I got hundreds on the way, and you are not one
I don't even need a friend, the money showed me love until I got some
Yeah this shit is Mach 1, speeding on E the way
And my shawty riding shotgun
Ok yeah
Love it when you say you got me
Makes me feel like I ain't got to watch out for imposters
Cause everybody Jordan, everybody Black Mamba
But if it ain't me, then who the fuck else on the roster
Like it's Space Jam, I had to turn into a monster
But if it's Twelve behind me, then I turn to get 'em off me
Had a long day trapping hard up at the office
So I could go without a johnny nigga trying to pop me
Pop me aye
Back on the wall, it's like I'm charging
Been 100 tho'. That's how I blew (Blue) up to the dollar
From riding on the MARTA, for 2 hour to make it
To the shelter before 6, that was the hardest
My life was in a rack off in the corner, man
We in the MAC, that's where the Devil is
'Cause everybody know the coroner, but who the Sherriff is?
Imperative a nigga find a way out. Hold up, there it is
Could eat through anything that's on my plate except asparagus
Ya'll hoes be looking thirsty, I'll give you a break
This one for my nigga Cheese 'cause I know what he'd say
Even though I know exactly where his killer mama stay
Now my son up on the way, so he would tell me pray up
Yeah
Smokin' asparagus
Re-writing the narrative
My nigga, I don't what you say
Ay, didn't you hear what I say
Bitch?
Aye
Smokin'
I don't even need a friend, the money showed me love until I got some
Yeah this shit is Mach 1, speeding on E the way
And my shawty riding shotgun
Ok yeah
Love it when you say you got me
Makes me feel like I ain't got to watch out for imposters
Cause everybody Jordan, everybody Black Mamba
But if it ain't me, then who the fuck else on the roster
Like it's Space Jam, I had to turn into a monster
But if it's Twelve behind me, then I turn to get 'em off me
Had a long day trapping hard up at the office
So I could go without a johnny nigga trying to pop me
Pop me aye
Back on the wall, it's like I'm charging
Been 100 tho'. That's how I blew (Blue) up to the dollar
From riding on the MARTA, for 2 hour to make it
To the shelter before 6, that was the hardest
My life was in a rack off in the corner, man
We in the MAC, that's where the Devil is
'Cause everybody know the coroner, but who the Sherriff is?
Imperative a nigga find a way out. Hold up, there it is
Could eat through anything that's on my plate except asparagus
Ya'll hoes be looking thirsty, I'll give you a break
This one for my nigga Cheese 'cause I know what he'd say
Even though I know exactly where his killer mama stay
Now my son up on the way, so he would tell me pray up
Yeah
Smokin' asparagus
Re-writing the narrative
My nigga, I don't what you say
Ay, didn't you hear what I say
Bitch?
Aye
Smokin'
Credits
Writer(s): Kahlil Bowen
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