GOTW (feat. Bota)
Sleep on the plane they sleep on my name
I ain't Usain, I run through the pain
I'm duckin' the ones who stood in my way
I'll make myself better, I'm starting today
I lay on her ass, call it my hay
Strangers want pictures, I'm tellin' them "Hey"
Ballin' like Curry I ain't from the bay
Get out the way
Get out the way
Get off the throne, that is my claim
Shooting my shot, you see the red dot
I'm goin' insane
You're a clown with a shovel, I'm paving the way
These people you follow, they see me they lay
They won't understand a thing that I say
What if I file them a fuckin' tort claim?
Gimme my pounds, gimme my pesos,
Gimme your chains, gimme your necklace
Gimme all the ice, I'm poppin' my veins
You know what?
Fuck that, I just want praise
I want all the words that made me switch lanes
And I want a Spyder so I can switch lanes
Switchin' the channel I channel my waves
You ride them so get the fuck out my face
I'm done calling you names bro
Sleep on the plane they sleep on my name
I ain't Usain, I run through the pain
I'm duckin' the ones who stood in my way
I'll make myself better, I'm starting today
I lay on her ass, call it my hay
Strangers want pictures, I'm tellin' them "Hey"
Ballin' like Curry I ain't from the bay
Get out the way
Get out the way
I ain't Usain, I run through the pain
I'm duckin' the ones who stood in my way
I'll make myself better, I'm starting today
I lay on her ass, call it my hay
Strangers want pictures, I'm tellin' them "Hey"
Ballin' like Curry I ain't from the bay
Get out the way
Get out the way
Get off the throne, that is my claim
Shooting my shot, you see the red dot
I'm goin' insane
You're a clown with a shovel, I'm paving the way
These people you follow, they see me they lay
They won't understand a thing that I say
What if I file them a fuckin' tort claim?
Gimme my pounds, gimme my pesos,
Gimme your chains, gimme your necklace
Gimme all the ice, I'm poppin' my veins
You know what?
Fuck that, I just want praise
I want all the words that made me switch lanes
And I want a Spyder so I can switch lanes
Switchin' the channel I channel my waves
You ride them so get the fuck out my face
I'm done calling you names bro
Sleep on the plane they sleep on my name
I ain't Usain, I run through the pain
I'm duckin' the ones who stood in my way
I'll make myself better, I'm starting today
I lay on her ass, call it my hay
Strangers want pictures, I'm tellin' them "Hey"
Ballin' like Curry I ain't from the bay
Get out the way
Get out the way
Credits
Writer(s): Balázs Kubon
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