Praises
This shit really in me no we don't bleed the same
I heard that you be telling when the police need a name
This shit that I'm mailing sold before it leave the plane
Break it down and scale it got enough to feed the gang
I might fuck yo' bitch just off the strength that you don't like me
Work inside the press I got some up on my white T
Really mad about it man I got that from Versace
Imma clutch the choppa if the situation choppy
I'm just tryna be well off with a house on a hill
Van still locked down I hope he get his appeal
Know some extra grimy niggas like to rob for the thrill
I ain't never dodging shit I'm outside with the steel
Ran up a check in a Nike Tech
Brody got a oxy line for the percocets
I done warned the nigga once Imma murk em next
I prefer a fat ass over perky breast
Treat a nigga like a drop leave his top open
Pouring lines in a pop while the Glock poking
Counting money with my nose to the sky
Giving praises to the most high
Treat a nigga like a drop leave his top open
Pouring lines in a pop while the Glock poking
Counting money with my nose to the sky
Giving praises to the most high
Them niggas stunted on the lord now I got all the motion
Ignore them niggas get yo paper part of staying focus
The bitch blocked me six times and I ain't even notice
I opened up my third gate I'm like the hidden lotus
All I be with is them monsters like I'm Uncle Fester
Nigga calling bout a verse while I'm handing out testers
You hit a six and a half that bitch is not pressure
And if you iffy on the stove I'm checking yo measures
And I been playing with them blocks I'm like a Rubik's Cube
We pulling up back to back so they don't know who who
And he ain't never did no dirt I had to tell him shoo
I know you broke cuz you the loudest nigga in yo crew
I put a nigga in the sky astrophysicist
Boy you ain't put a slug up stop that bitching then
I'm in a ducked off town I'm just visiting
I had bad dog on me it ain't listening
Treat a nigga like a drop leave his top open
Pouring lines in a pop while the Glock poking
Counting money with my nose to the sky
Giving praises to the most high
Treat a nigga like a drop leave his top open
Pouring lines in a pop while the Glock poking
Counting money with my nose to the sky
Giving praises to the most high
I heard that you be telling when the police need a name
This shit that I'm mailing sold before it leave the plane
Break it down and scale it got enough to feed the gang
I might fuck yo' bitch just off the strength that you don't like me
Work inside the press I got some up on my white T
Really mad about it man I got that from Versace
Imma clutch the choppa if the situation choppy
I'm just tryna be well off with a house on a hill
Van still locked down I hope he get his appeal
Know some extra grimy niggas like to rob for the thrill
I ain't never dodging shit I'm outside with the steel
Ran up a check in a Nike Tech
Brody got a oxy line for the percocets
I done warned the nigga once Imma murk em next
I prefer a fat ass over perky breast
Treat a nigga like a drop leave his top open
Pouring lines in a pop while the Glock poking
Counting money with my nose to the sky
Giving praises to the most high
Treat a nigga like a drop leave his top open
Pouring lines in a pop while the Glock poking
Counting money with my nose to the sky
Giving praises to the most high
Them niggas stunted on the lord now I got all the motion
Ignore them niggas get yo paper part of staying focus
The bitch blocked me six times and I ain't even notice
I opened up my third gate I'm like the hidden lotus
All I be with is them monsters like I'm Uncle Fester
Nigga calling bout a verse while I'm handing out testers
You hit a six and a half that bitch is not pressure
And if you iffy on the stove I'm checking yo measures
And I been playing with them blocks I'm like a Rubik's Cube
We pulling up back to back so they don't know who who
And he ain't never did no dirt I had to tell him shoo
I know you broke cuz you the loudest nigga in yo crew
I put a nigga in the sky astrophysicist
Boy you ain't put a slug up stop that bitching then
I'm in a ducked off town I'm just visiting
I had bad dog on me it ain't listening
Treat a nigga like a drop leave his top open
Pouring lines in a pop while the Glock poking
Counting money with my nose to the sky
Giving praises to the most high
Treat a nigga like a drop leave his top open
Pouring lines in a pop while the Glock poking
Counting money with my nose to the sky
Giving praises to the most high
Credits
Writer(s): Da'jon Riggins
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