And 1

Yea, Uh huh
Uh huh, Uh huh
Yea, Uh huh Uh huh
Booty King

I'm in this bitch posted up ain't a motha fucker near
The blunt is lit, they perked up
Now the smell done brought em here
What I sip, in my cup, ain't in stores it's never clear
Hold your lip, ain't no talk, bite your tongue until there's tears

From the jump, I been the shit, I'm tryna outdo all my peers
Ain't no flunky, I'm legit, I been the boss the whole damn year
Bitch you ugly in them counterfeits, all my thread are real
Bitches slumped, I took a thousand hits, I'm just starting to feel it

I can't feel my fuckin face, can't control my fuckin mind
I'm in the Stu so long I'm squinting
When the sun cracks through the blinds
Lost my tan from all the grinding now my skin look ultra white
And that moon gon keep me shinning all my plays happen at night

Bitch I'm in guap mode, mega money, I want boat loads
Drop bro, they askin for me, that's nonstop yo
I swapped hoes, last one bored me but had that WAP tho
Snot nosed, nerds been criticizing rhymes and hot flows

Damn son, your bitch don't wanna come home fuck a ransom
The plug got the order he said he finna add some
Mushrooms and Mary then hit the 5th that's a and 1
Yea that's a and 1... and I'm like
Damn son, your bitch don't wanna come home fuck a ransom
The plug got the order he said he finna add some
Mushrooms and Mary then hit the 5th that's a and 1
Yea that's a and 1

If life ain't moving pick the fuckin pace up
I kept grindin put my time in tryna change a pay stub
If they pissed you doing better you can tell that they stuck
I just make the type of songs that gone fuck the place up

These bitches distractions
Distracting from my passion
I been grinding for a check she tryna leave me with a fraction
I don't live for no caption
I'm smoking blunts fuck contraptions
I smoke two 8ths every day you break your weed up in rations

Okay it's have nots and have yachts, which side you pickin
When it all comes crashing down make sure they can't wash your ship in
Change the water into sand when it's dried up what u sippin
I don't know I ain't panic change any role that I slip in
I be the beast or a boss or a motha fuckin animal
Disguise it with a smile I been entertaining amateurs
Side questin bitches, taking trips, my maps expanded hoe
My mind makes me different I can't kick it with demanding hoes

Damn son, your bitch don't wanna come home fuck a ransom
The plug got the order he said he finna add some
Mushrooms and Mary then hit the 5th that's a and 1
Yea that's a and 1... and I'm like
Damn son, your bitch don't wanna come home fuck a ransom
The plug got the order he said he finna add some
Mushrooms and Mary then hit the 5th that's a and 1
Yea that's a and 1



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Writer(s): Kevin M. Crawford
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