Not Your Average
Vlone on my body
Woah
I think I'm a bandit
I think I'm a bandit
We on go
No I'm not your Average
Shoot out of town when I feel like improving
Go face all my fears, can't get to comfortable
Or it's gone feel like I'm losing
My blood, sweat, and tears in this shit right now
Too late to come get with the movement
I'm chasing them M's for my people right now
Put my Time and soul in this music
I get off the drugs and get groovy
I run up a check and just do it
She think ima cuff ha she foolish
Kicked shorty out cause she being A nuisance
Jumped straight in that water like scuba
Ain't tryna talk if you beef on computers
They tryna figure out who my jeweler
Reach for my neck and big bro execute em
Vlone from my neck to my hip
OT
The way that I Drip I belong overseas
And my pack touch down, this ain't Og
I learned how to move sitting 'round the Og's
Got an idea on me nigga youn' know me
Riding round with a weapon on me staying lowkey
My weapon like to spit
When it do a meet and greet
Like to get the job done
I ain't popping at ya feet
Shells charge at 'em like a bull
Olay
Shells crunch 'em up like a Fri-to-lay
I take good with the bad
And be like okay
Staying out my feelings for them long rainy days
Betty Crocker shit
Bitch I gotta get cake
Playing with the food
So I took the nigga plate
Thorough ass Nigga bitch I'm good state to state
Say my views going up JB name inflating
Gotta move around it's a low vibration
He jump around cliques
So naw I ain't feeling 'em
This backwood got my head
Where the ceiling is
Need a rider no time for a silly bitch like em nasty
Come lick me like liquorish
Yeah I pray to my god but I sin again
Used to ride out like fifty with many men
Now I ride out with Jackson and Benjamin
No I'm not your Average
Shoot out of town when I feel like improving
Go face all my fears
Can't get to comfortable
Or it's gone feel like I'm losing
My blood, sweat, and tears in this shit right now
Too late to come get with the movement
I'm chasing them M's for my people right now
Put my Time and soul in this music
I get off the drugs and get groovy
I run up a check and just do it
She think ima cuff ha she foolish
Kicked shorty out
Kuz she being A nuisance
Jumped straight in that water like scuba
Ain't tryna talk if you beef on computers
They tryna figure out who my jeweler
Reach for my neck and big bro execute em
Woah
I think I'm a bandit
I think I'm a bandit
We on go
No I'm not your Average
Shoot out of town when I feel like improving
Go face all my fears, can't get to comfortable
Or it's gone feel like I'm losing
My blood, sweat, and tears in this shit right now
Too late to come get with the movement
I'm chasing them M's for my people right now
Put my Time and soul in this music
I get off the drugs and get groovy
I run up a check and just do it
She think ima cuff ha she foolish
Kicked shorty out cause she being A nuisance
Jumped straight in that water like scuba
Ain't tryna talk if you beef on computers
They tryna figure out who my jeweler
Reach for my neck and big bro execute em
Vlone from my neck to my hip
OT
The way that I Drip I belong overseas
And my pack touch down, this ain't Og
I learned how to move sitting 'round the Og's
Got an idea on me nigga youn' know me
Riding round with a weapon on me staying lowkey
My weapon like to spit
When it do a meet and greet
Like to get the job done
I ain't popping at ya feet
Shells charge at 'em like a bull
Olay
Shells crunch 'em up like a Fri-to-lay
I take good with the bad
And be like okay
Staying out my feelings for them long rainy days
Betty Crocker shit
Bitch I gotta get cake
Playing with the food
So I took the nigga plate
Thorough ass Nigga bitch I'm good state to state
Say my views going up JB name inflating
Gotta move around it's a low vibration
He jump around cliques
So naw I ain't feeling 'em
This backwood got my head
Where the ceiling is
Need a rider no time for a silly bitch like em nasty
Come lick me like liquorish
Yeah I pray to my god but I sin again
Used to ride out like fifty with many men
Now I ride out with Jackson and Benjamin
No I'm not your Average
Shoot out of town when I feel like improving
Go face all my fears
Can't get to comfortable
Or it's gone feel like I'm losing
My blood, sweat, and tears in this shit right now
Too late to come get with the movement
I'm chasing them M's for my people right now
Put my Time and soul in this music
I get off the drugs and get groovy
I run up a check and just do it
She think ima cuff ha she foolish
Kicked shorty out
Kuz she being A nuisance
Jumped straight in that water like scuba
Ain't tryna talk if you beef on computers
They tryna figure out who my jeweler
Reach for my neck and big bro execute em
Credits
Writer(s): Jalen Briscoe
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