Google Docs
Know one day Ima make it
Be a millionaire off Google Docs
Give my ma them faces, when I'm cakin'
Gon have buku knots
Jugs right offa Dacian, but I'm patient
I could lose alot
I wan' go different places, no occasion
Wit my toolie cocked
Russian what I'm tastin', get to blazin'
Open Google Docs
Backwood to the face, to stop the racin'
I been through a lot
Been thinkin' bout them franklins
And been crankin', spittin' stupid drop
I wan' hop out them ranges, wit my gangers
Like a movie shot
Been makin' sure my rhymes tight
Ain't worried bout a groupie thot
I wanna see that lime light
You stressin' bout a cootie slot
You betta get ya mind right
You think she loyal, the truth, she not
You betta keep ya grind tight
She wan' be spoiled, in Louie tops
Bitch can't get me out Louie crocs
Bitch must be dumb like Stewie pops
Betta suck this dick for some truey socks
Ain't got no time for ruthless thots
Did all that cryin', to ruthless hearts
Was spittin' rhymes in boothless spots
They tellin' lies with truthless thoughts
Now to see me going stupid costs
Popped out just to rocked the stage
Glock cocked, know I got my flame
Top notch, know the pot my sage
Block hot, Ima pop like Wayne
I been dreamin' bout them betta days
Hit the beat, and let off my pain
I'm stuck inside my chedda ways
For the cheese, let off that thang
Know one day Ima make it
Be a millionaire off Google Docs
Give my ma them faces, when I'm cakin'
Gon have buku knots
Jugs right offa Dacian, but I'm patient
I could lose alot
I wan' go different places, no occasion
Wit my toolie cocked
Russian what I'm tastin', get to blazin'
Open Google Docs
Backwood to the face, to stop the racin'
I been through a lot
Been thinkin' bout them franklins
And been crankin', spittin' stupid drop
I wan' hop out them ranges, wit my gangers
Like a movie shot
Double cup of kool aid, Russian Cream
Feel like the old me
Solo through the city wit my glizzy
I don't roll deep
Prolly link wit LitooBandzz
You know we droppin' more heat
Can't wait until it's sprinter vans
And tickets, gon be floor seats
Lil Bri just had Amora
Now life is lookin' more sweet
You play, then Ima score
This forty roarin', when I blow heat
Was prayin' to the Lord
Hopin' I could duck the police
Starvin', missin' meals
But I ain't trip, I let my bro eat
Morals over money
You know loyalty, it mean the most
Been solid since the jump
But that's a given, I don't mean to boast
The shit that I been through, they woulda folded
I done seen the most
Gon pull up in a foreign, cuz they killed bro
And now I need a ghost
But I can't go for none, that's on my soul
I'll let this heater blow
It's hot outside
This blick the only reason that I need a coat
It's homicides
You steady askin' me, "well why you need to tote"
Them comma signs
For bread, you know I'm destined, swear I need a loaf
Know one day Ima make it
Be a millionaire off Google Docs
Give my ma them faces, when I'm cakin'
Gon have buku knots
Jugs right offa Dacian, but I'm patient
I could lose alot
I wan' go different places, no occasion
Wit my toolie cocked
Russian what I'm tastin', get to blazin'
Open Google Docs
Backwood to the face, to stop the racin'
I been through a lot
Been thinkin' bout them franklins
And been crankin', spittin' stupid drop
I wan' hop out them ranges, wit my gangers
Like a movie shot
Be a millionaire off Google Docs
Give my ma them faces, when I'm cakin'
Gon have buku knots
Jugs right offa Dacian, but I'm patient
I could lose alot
I wan' go different places, no occasion
Wit my toolie cocked
Russian what I'm tastin', get to blazin'
Open Google Docs
Backwood to the face, to stop the racin'
I been through a lot
Been thinkin' bout them franklins
And been crankin', spittin' stupid drop
I wan' hop out them ranges, wit my gangers
Like a movie shot
Been makin' sure my rhymes tight
Ain't worried bout a groupie thot
I wanna see that lime light
You stressin' bout a cootie slot
You betta get ya mind right
You think she loyal, the truth, she not
You betta keep ya grind tight
She wan' be spoiled, in Louie tops
Bitch can't get me out Louie crocs
Bitch must be dumb like Stewie pops
Betta suck this dick for some truey socks
Ain't got no time for ruthless thots
Did all that cryin', to ruthless hearts
Was spittin' rhymes in boothless spots
They tellin' lies with truthless thoughts
Now to see me going stupid costs
Popped out just to rocked the stage
Glock cocked, know I got my flame
Top notch, know the pot my sage
Block hot, Ima pop like Wayne
I been dreamin' bout them betta days
Hit the beat, and let off my pain
I'm stuck inside my chedda ways
For the cheese, let off that thang
Know one day Ima make it
Be a millionaire off Google Docs
Give my ma them faces, when I'm cakin'
Gon have buku knots
Jugs right offa Dacian, but I'm patient
I could lose alot
I wan' go different places, no occasion
Wit my toolie cocked
Russian what I'm tastin', get to blazin'
Open Google Docs
Backwood to the face, to stop the racin'
I been through a lot
Been thinkin' bout them franklins
And been crankin', spittin' stupid drop
I wan' hop out them ranges, wit my gangers
Like a movie shot
Double cup of kool aid, Russian Cream
Feel like the old me
Solo through the city wit my glizzy
I don't roll deep
Prolly link wit LitooBandzz
You know we droppin' more heat
Can't wait until it's sprinter vans
And tickets, gon be floor seats
Lil Bri just had Amora
Now life is lookin' more sweet
You play, then Ima score
This forty roarin', when I blow heat
Was prayin' to the Lord
Hopin' I could duck the police
Starvin', missin' meals
But I ain't trip, I let my bro eat
Morals over money
You know loyalty, it mean the most
Been solid since the jump
But that's a given, I don't mean to boast
The shit that I been through, they woulda folded
I done seen the most
Gon pull up in a foreign, cuz they killed bro
And now I need a ghost
But I can't go for none, that's on my soul
I'll let this heater blow
It's hot outside
This blick the only reason that I need a coat
It's homicides
You steady askin' me, "well why you need to tote"
Them comma signs
For bread, you know I'm destined, swear I need a loaf
Know one day Ima make it
Be a millionaire off Google Docs
Give my ma them faces, when I'm cakin'
Gon have buku knots
Jugs right offa Dacian, but I'm patient
I could lose alot
I wan' go different places, no occasion
Wit my toolie cocked
Russian what I'm tastin', get to blazin'
Open Google Docs
Backwood to the face, to stop the racin'
I been through a lot
Been thinkin' bout them franklins
And been crankin', spittin' stupid drop
I wan' hop out them ranges, wit my gangers
Like a movie shot
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