Poetry
Never overlooked, the money always notice me
I write down all my goals, man shit looking like poetry
Keep a heater in the trunk or in the attic
Heard you tripping bout a problem with me, nigga go unpack it cause
Imma young trap ass, strapped ass, got no time to chat ass
Get a nigga clapped ass
From the 9, keep a loaded 9 in the backpack
Run up on me, get you whacked just for looking ass nigga
Shorty said she had a question, she wouldn't let me answer it
She pushed up on me quick, I'm thinking "why she always thinking shit"
She told me she was stable, tryna ride me like equestrian
I sat back like "what's the question then"
I tossed the ho
I got to get the dough
Swing it by the crib, double back, triple loaf
Up high like 45, but that 6 is the goat
Seven deadly sins, it's a eighth that I smoke
Check the digits, I let the numbers flow
She want to get up in it but she wouldn't let me poke
None of my windows tinted but still moving like a ghost
Got to get back to winning, used to do that shit the most
You not my mans so why you need to know
Not for all the chitchat, bitch I'm headed to the door
Only for the rah rah when I get the ball and score
Live life like it's triple jump, three, two, one, go for gold
Bitch I always do the most
Never overlooked, the money always notice me
I write down all my goals, man shit looking like poetry
Keep a heater in the trunk or in the attic
Heard you tripping bout a problem with me, nigga go unpack it cause
Imma young trap ass, strapped ass, got no time to chat ass
Get a nigga clapped ass
From the 9, keep a loaded 9 in the backpack
Run up on me, get you whacked just for looking ass nigga
Meteoric rise
Out here chilling with the guys
Told the bitch to pick a side
She picked wrong, it's her demise
Dropping knowledge like I'm wise
Serve the beef just like Five Guys
I will do my shit, day in, day out
I'm trying to live my life
I will drop back like I'm Pickett, sending bullets to you niggas
I will live life to the max or to the fullest on you niggas
OTB, we got that vision but you never see the image
And we always get the green like cabbage, broccoli, and the spinach
Kick the door in, get the ho in
Bout to turn up with your bitch
Get to flowing, bring some more in
Silver Surfer in this bitch
Bring a floatie, yeah you know me, trying to drown up in this bitch
I'm an artist, paint my target, now she clowning in this bitch
Pack loud, how's it sounding in this bitch
All my niggas fuck with Roddy how we trying to go get rich
Automatic, pull up on him like a switch up on a stick
Heard ya bitch be loving candles, she going to blow, I'm too lit
Never overlooked, the money always notice me
I write down all my goals, man shit looking like poetry
Keep a heater in the trunk or in the attic
Heard you tripping bout a problem with me, nigga go unpack it cause
Imma young trap ass, strapped ass, got no time to chat ass
Get a nigga clapped ass
From the nine, keep a loaded 9 in the backpack
Run up on me, get you whacked just for looking ass nigga
I write down all my goals, man shit looking like poetry
Keep a heater in the trunk or in the attic
Heard you tripping bout a problem with me, nigga go unpack it cause
Imma young trap ass, strapped ass, got no time to chat ass
Get a nigga clapped ass
From the 9, keep a loaded 9 in the backpack
Run up on me, get you whacked just for looking ass nigga
Shorty said she had a question, she wouldn't let me answer it
She pushed up on me quick, I'm thinking "why she always thinking shit"
She told me she was stable, tryna ride me like equestrian
I sat back like "what's the question then"
I tossed the ho
I got to get the dough
Swing it by the crib, double back, triple loaf
Up high like 45, but that 6 is the goat
Seven deadly sins, it's a eighth that I smoke
Check the digits, I let the numbers flow
She want to get up in it but she wouldn't let me poke
None of my windows tinted but still moving like a ghost
Got to get back to winning, used to do that shit the most
You not my mans so why you need to know
Not for all the chitchat, bitch I'm headed to the door
Only for the rah rah when I get the ball and score
Live life like it's triple jump, three, two, one, go for gold
Bitch I always do the most
Never overlooked, the money always notice me
I write down all my goals, man shit looking like poetry
Keep a heater in the trunk or in the attic
Heard you tripping bout a problem with me, nigga go unpack it cause
Imma young trap ass, strapped ass, got no time to chat ass
Get a nigga clapped ass
From the 9, keep a loaded 9 in the backpack
Run up on me, get you whacked just for looking ass nigga
Meteoric rise
Out here chilling with the guys
Told the bitch to pick a side
She picked wrong, it's her demise
Dropping knowledge like I'm wise
Serve the beef just like Five Guys
I will do my shit, day in, day out
I'm trying to live my life
I will drop back like I'm Pickett, sending bullets to you niggas
I will live life to the max or to the fullest on you niggas
OTB, we got that vision but you never see the image
And we always get the green like cabbage, broccoli, and the spinach
Kick the door in, get the ho in
Bout to turn up with your bitch
Get to flowing, bring some more in
Silver Surfer in this bitch
Bring a floatie, yeah you know me, trying to drown up in this bitch
I'm an artist, paint my target, now she clowning in this bitch
Pack loud, how's it sounding in this bitch
All my niggas fuck with Roddy how we trying to go get rich
Automatic, pull up on him like a switch up on a stick
Heard ya bitch be loving candles, she going to blow, I'm too lit
Never overlooked, the money always notice me
I write down all my goals, man shit looking like poetry
Keep a heater in the trunk or in the attic
Heard you tripping bout a problem with me, nigga go unpack it cause
Imma young trap ass, strapped ass, got no time to chat ass
Get a nigga clapped ass
From the nine, keep a loaded 9 in the backpack
Run up on me, get you whacked just for looking ass nigga
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Writer(s): Michael Webb
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