Branch Out
I ain't come from much
No jacket yeah cold to the touch
But I did all the things I must
Anytime get smoked like a dutch
I be thinking that I sold my soul
I'm just like slow ya role
I wouldn't go toe to toe unless you wanna meet the holy ghost
Life been proving deadly so I'm needing me a Desi
I been seeing that I'm ready feeling right on track
Fools are spending pennies like they really got 'em plenty
But they really acting petty bet my life on that
All in Serengeti but the flow is always heavy
And you see me when I'm sending like an iPhone flash
I aint stray from the gang I just flayed up the lame
Now I'm whipping in the Chevy with the mic on smash
Yeah this lookin' like a cake walk bitch
We aint stop enough to pace on shit
I aint drop unless the bass gone hit
And I'm with my Migos when I Takeoff bitch
Solo in the street like Bosch
Ballin' with a team like squash
Catch me in the pit I mosh
Everything to you is a joke like Tosh my gosh
Had to branch out yeah blame it on my roots
I'm at the trap house yeah where the fuck was you
I'm makin' mad amounts and money fill the room
For the days I didn't have 'em, man we going to the moon
Tell 'em hold up you ain't had my back when I was down
I started rap used to hate now they like my sound
These niggas clowned now I'm makin' hits yeah y'all comin' round
I'm on the road I'm making moves put it on my for my town
Who said I'm wrong yeah I'm on my throne and I'm feelin' like a king
A bitch in my phone and I bet let it ring
I'm that nigga shoot my shot and it's green
They think I'm making bank so they act like fiends
I be rolling but I ain't smoking
She said I'ma player and I'm always hoeing
Always growing, niggas trolling
Yeah I'm in the whip and I'm bringin' that dough in
I tell 'em to stop we could go back to back
Yeah I'm on the block in my city you can never lack
Yeah he funny his rap is cap
He ain't making plays he ain't posted in the trap
Get a bag and we all double back
My brodie will rob ur shirt from Saks
Only sixteen but I know I'm the man
You ain't got WAP yo shit like sand
Shine in the dark I think I'm a lamp
He can't keep up I know he can't
Coolin' in the whip yeah I know I'm smooth
Never heard yo name I ain't heard of you
He ain't take a dub I think he like to lose
Rockin' red but I'm chasing these blues
Had to branch out yeah blame it on my roots
I'm at the trap house yeah where the fuck was you
I'm makin' mad amounts and money fill the room
For the days I didn't have em', man we going to the moon
No jacket yeah cold to the touch
But I did all the things I must
Anytime get smoked like a dutch
I be thinking that I sold my soul
I'm just like slow ya role
I wouldn't go toe to toe unless you wanna meet the holy ghost
Life been proving deadly so I'm needing me a Desi
I been seeing that I'm ready feeling right on track
Fools are spending pennies like they really got 'em plenty
But they really acting petty bet my life on that
All in Serengeti but the flow is always heavy
And you see me when I'm sending like an iPhone flash
I aint stray from the gang I just flayed up the lame
Now I'm whipping in the Chevy with the mic on smash
Yeah this lookin' like a cake walk bitch
We aint stop enough to pace on shit
I aint drop unless the bass gone hit
And I'm with my Migos when I Takeoff bitch
Solo in the street like Bosch
Ballin' with a team like squash
Catch me in the pit I mosh
Everything to you is a joke like Tosh my gosh
Had to branch out yeah blame it on my roots
I'm at the trap house yeah where the fuck was you
I'm makin' mad amounts and money fill the room
For the days I didn't have 'em, man we going to the moon
Tell 'em hold up you ain't had my back when I was down
I started rap used to hate now they like my sound
These niggas clowned now I'm makin' hits yeah y'all comin' round
I'm on the road I'm making moves put it on my for my town
Who said I'm wrong yeah I'm on my throne and I'm feelin' like a king
A bitch in my phone and I bet let it ring
I'm that nigga shoot my shot and it's green
They think I'm making bank so they act like fiends
I be rolling but I ain't smoking
She said I'ma player and I'm always hoeing
Always growing, niggas trolling
Yeah I'm in the whip and I'm bringin' that dough in
I tell 'em to stop we could go back to back
Yeah I'm on the block in my city you can never lack
Yeah he funny his rap is cap
He ain't making plays he ain't posted in the trap
Get a bag and we all double back
My brodie will rob ur shirt from Saks
Only sixteen but I know I'm the man
You ain't got WAP yo shit like sand
Shine in the dark I think I'm a lamp
He can't keep up I know he can't
Coolin' in the whip yeah I know I'm smooth
Never heard yo name I ain't heard of you
He ain't take a dub I think he like to lose
Rockin' red but I'm chasing these blues
Had to branch out yeah blame it on my roots
I'm at the trap house yeah where the fuck was you
I'm makin' mad amounts and money fill the room
For the days I didn't have em', man we going to the moon
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Writer(s): Brian Porter
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