Floating
They know i'm the ticket
Niggas wanna try me they gone get it Yeah
Bitch i pulled up that big body and its tinted Yeah
Had the Yota Benz'd the whipped and its not rented Yeah
And this the main rule but no shit not written Yeah
You trapping in this hood well we need a percentage Yeah
And my lil brother takin niggas out like dinnerYeah
My heart cold it wont defrost its stuck on winter yeah
Bitches on my dick trying take pictures
Yea
Niggas out here tripping trying go missing swimming with the fishes
I know one thing this henny got a nigga tripping
Yea yea
It's four am and I'm spitting
Ian write this shit man I'm gifted
I'ain't write this shit man I'm gifted
For sure
Niggas really must not get it
Check the score
I been up
I go shopping take a lil trip
When I'm board
If it up then its stuck send that nigga up to the morgue
Hyped about designer stuff we did that before
Don't go broke trying keeping up
If you can't afford it
Niggas wasn't coming right I cropped em pint the portrait
Nigga I be Steppin I be splashing this that nori drip
Yea
And I just Stepped in
See me on the road then I'm collecting
I'm trying get this money no relaxing
I'm try get this money no more stressing
Leave that in the past tense
And my shit different
Diamonds glistening
I was built to win
Almost picked the outta but I picked the Benz
Yo bitch she picking me she wet lake Michigan
And my shooters firm behind me make me send em in
Niggas sweet on the guys these niggas cinnamon
Huh
Niggas can't fuck with my rhymes or these synonyms
I can see that fake shit from eight miles away like Eminem
All my niggas round me ain't no crowed but we move militant
But I'm snapping like two fingers doo
Huh
Really plugged in bitch my trap jump like a kangaroo
Huh
My bro tweaking strapped up trying blow like he playing the flute
Huh
Every track you know I snap bitch I'm a dangerous dude
Ugh
They know i'm the ticket
Niggas wanna try me they gone get it Yeah
Bitch i pulled up that big body and its tinted Yeah
Had the Yota Benz'd the whipped and its not rented Yeah
And this the main rule but no shit not written Yeah
You trapping in this hood well we need a percentage Yeah
And my lil brother takin niggas out like dinner Yeah
My heart cold it wont defrost its stuck on winter Yeah
Niggas wanna try me they gone get it Yeah
Bitch i pulled up that big body and its tinted Yeah
Had the Yota Benz'd the whipped and its not rented Yeah
And this the main rule but no shit not written Yeah
You trapping in this hood well we need a percentage Yeah
And my lil brother takin niggas out like dinnerYeah
My heart cold it wont defrost its stuck on winter yeah
Bitches on my dick trying take pictures
Yea
Niggas out here tripping trying go missing swimming with the fishes
I know one thing this henny got a nigga tripping
Yea yea
It's four am and I'm spitting
Ian write this shit man I'm gifted
I'ain't write this shit man I'm gifted
For sure
Niggas really must not get it
Check the score
I been up
I go shopping take a lil trip
When I'm board
If it up then its stuck send that nigga up to the morgue
Hyped about designer stuff we did that before
Don't go broke trying keeping up
If you can't afford it
Niggas wasn't coming right I cropped em pint the portrait
Nigga I be Steppin I be splashing this that nori drip
Yea
And I just Stepped in
See me on the road then I'm collecting
I'm trying get this money no relaxing
I'm try get this money no more stressing
Leave that in the past tense
And my shit different
Diamonds glistening
I was built to win
Almost picked the outta but I picked the Benz
Yo bitch she picking me she wet lake Michigan
And my shooters firm behind me make me send em in
Niggas sweet on the guys these niggas cinnamon
Huh
Niggas can't fuck with my rhymes or these synonyms
I can see that fake shit from eight miles away like Eminem
All my niggas round me ain't no crowed but we move militant
But I'm snapping like two fingers doo
Huh
Really plugged in bitch my trap jump like a kangaroo
Huh
My bro tweaking strapped up trying blow like he playing the flute
Huh
Every track you know I snap bitch I'm a dangerous dude
Ugh
They know i'm the ticket
Niggas wanna try me they gone get it Yeah
Bitch i pulled up that big body and its tinted Yeah
Had the Yota Benz'd the whipped and its not rented Yeah
And this the main rule but no shit not written Yeah
You trapping in this hood well we need a percentage Yeah
And my lil brother takin niggas out like dinner Yeah
My heart cold it wont defrost its stuck on winter Yeah
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Writer(s): Fred Honcho
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