35hunnid
Let my chopper sing for the one time
Ahhh
30 fully automatic guns out the sprinter van
Leave you on the pavement take yo phone then I call yo mans
If he ain't picking up we taking out the hellcat
Zoom by yo girls house ooh I bet she like that
35 hundred for the bag
Imma keep it modest I won't brag
This is real life ain't no flag
What they want?
Imma have to put em' on a runway
Where the hell you going that's the wrong way
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah
I'm gripping poles (yeah)
They doing blow
They got bloody noses from the blow that there doing
I got bloody noses from the work that I'm doing
What they say
They say grah grah grah
I say grah grah grah
You don't want nada
I had to elevate over my haters
Feel like Iverson
30 fully automatic guns out the sprinter van
Leave you on the pavement take yo phone then I call yo mans
If he ain't picking up we taking out the hellcat
Zoom by yo girls house ooh I bet she like that
We outside on yo front lawn
Lurking all night I don't even know fuck is yawn?
Like
The fuck you on?
Imma up the scale on em'
Had to get my weight on em'
Pull up on him never say hi
They told me don't be that guy
I told them that I'm him if you wanna die
You could fly
I think I know a guy
Teach you how to lie
Imma a little uneasy
Ahhh
30 fully automatic guns out the sprinter van
Leave you on the pavement take yo phone then I call yo mans
If he ain't picking up we taking out the hellcat
Zoom by yo girls house ooh I bet she like that
35 hundred for the bag
Imma keep it modest I won't brag
This is real life ain't no flag
What they want?
Imma have to put em' on a runway
Where the hell you going that's the wrong way
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah
I'm gripping poles (yeah)
They doing blow
They got bloody noses from the blow that there doing
I got bloody noses from the work that I'm doing
What they say
They say grah grah grah
I say grah grah grah
You don't want nada
I had to elevate over my haters
Feel like Iverson
30 fully automatic guns out the sprinter van
Leave you on the pavement take yo phone then I call yo mans
If he ain't picking up we taking out the hellcat
Zoom by yo girls house ooh I bet she like that
We outside on yo front lawn
Lurking all night I don't even know fuck is yawn?
Like
The fuck you on?
Imma up the scale on em'
Had to get my weight on em'
Pull up on him never say hi
They told me don't be that guy
I told them that I'm him if you wanna die
You could fly
I think I know a guy
Teach you how to lie
Imma a little uneasy
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Writer(s): Matt Stokes
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