Versatile (feat. Gasbag Dj, J Hill & Neech)
Pull out yo clock it's time to rock pull out yo skate it's time to race
Imma stash it by da tire in case Im flicked by da jakes
I'm cruising in my own lane I headline my own race
I say the coolest shit to bitches so they won't forget my face (Huh)
Day to day grinding where dat money imma find it
I rather be at home wit my son watching sonic
But instead I'm taking risk thinking bout the time I missed
It's shit I been post to did like ice my mouth and freeze my wrist
Saving hoes don't exist that one just don't make the list
All I want from a bitch is two hands wit the twist
All my life I wanna ball I must be next on da list
I don't condone niggas gimmicks I don't respect counterfeits (we ont respect that shit)
If you ont work you don't eat you ont grind you don't shine
Ain't no if ands or buts bitch I gotta get mine
Don't hit my line you ain't buying cause you know time is money
You gotta step on me first before you take sumn from me (gotta go all da way)
(Yeah) ima home run hitta probably yo big homie killa
Posted with a hoe she wanna hurt her nigga feelings
I'm posted with a cuter cus I know how niggas feeling
Riding around my city behind tint getting blisted
I ain't posted on social media if you know me you know i'm having
I ain't posted with no nigga if he grinding then he slacking
My trap house do magic back doe get all the action
Hit a home run on them pussy niggas that think I'm rapping
Got two sons behind me they think I'm more than average
But keep it G I took the average route got used to slapping
Locations get switched for whoever tryna blitz
Think he got the ups on me my people step on shit
More motion more problems I gotta stay grounded
Sack religious don't believe in droughts that just to be honest
More motion more problems I gotta stay grounded
Sack religious don't believe in droughts that just to be honest
(Waaaan) sorry ma yo boy a menace definition of a gremlin
Niggas don't want smoke wit us light em up and take a puff
Now I'm right back going I called a bitch she brought her twin
Crazy thing about it they alike but they ain't even kin
Shit right there had blew my mind
Luckily I was off Ps at the time
Ps get me geeked in my element
Off Ps an I'm selling it I can run through it in five
Known for serving gas and beans known for hitting traps and leave
Known for fucking hoes I let that go but its still apart of me (neech)
I can fuck yo bitch you better hope that hoe don't step to me
Designer on my body make these pussy niggas hate on me
Told lil baby go on wit ya life you bet not wait on me
Take from me (bow)
leave a nigga head between his feet
Fuck that murder talk im bout my money bring that check to me
My mama and my daddy was some hustlers this shit built in me
Truthfully I can tell you that these hoes gone fuck for free
You pay a fee man these niggas goofy that hoe work for me
All about a dolla I care less about ya problems nigga
I can paint a picture wit my words dis a novel nigga
Can't politic wit ya if we ain't talking bout figures nigga
Aroma on my clothes make them white people look at me different
Tryna change my life I see myself up in dem bigger places
Praying to the lord he steer me right so I don't catch no cases
She want me to drop some dick I don't worry drop location
Caught another play imma have to hit that bitch another day
Imma stash it by da tire in case Im flicked by da jakes
I'm cruising in my own lane I headline my own race
I say the coolest shit to bitches so they won't forget my face (Huh)
Day to day grinding where dat money imma find it
I rather be at home wit my son watching sonic
But instead I'm taking risk thinking bout the time I missed
It's shit I been post to did like ice my mouth and freeze my wrist
Saving hoes don't exist that one just don't make the list
All I want from a bitch is two hands wit the twist
All my life I wanna ball I must be next on da list
I don't condone niggas gimmicks I don't respect counterfeits (we ont respect that shit)
If you ont work you don't eat you ont grind you don't shine
Ain't no if ands or buts bitch I gotta get mine
Don't hit my line you ain't buying cause you know time is money
You gotta step on me first before you take sumn from me (gotta go all da way)
(Yeah) ima home run hitta probably yo big homie killa
Posted with a hoe she wanna hurt her nigga feelings
I'm posted with a cuter cus I know how niggas feeling
Riding around my city behind tint getting blisted
I ain't posted on social media if you know me you know i'm having
I ain't posted with no nigga if he grinding then he slacking
My trap house do magic back doe get all the action
Hit a home run on them pussy niggas that think I'm rapping
Got two sons behind me they think I'm more than average
But keep it G I took the average route got used to slapping
Locations get switched for whoever tryna blitz
Think he got the ups on me my people step on shit
More motion more problems I gotta stay grounded
Sack religious don't believe in droughts that just to be honest
More motion more problems I gotta stay grounded
Sack religious don't believe in droughts that just to be honest
(Waaaan) sorry ma yo boy a menace definition of a gremlin
Niggas don't want smoke wit us light em up and take a puff
Now I'm right back going I called a bitch she brought her twin
Crazy thing about it they alike but they ain't even kin
Shit right there had blew my mind
Luckily I was off Ps at the time
Ps get me geeked in my element
Off Ps an I'm selling it I can run through it in five
Known for serving gas and beans known for hitting traps and leave
Known for fucking hoes I let that go but its still apart of me (neech)
I can fuck yo bitch you better hope that hoe don't step to me
Designer on my body make these pussy niggas hate on me
Told lil baby go on wit ya life you bet not wait on me
Take from me (bow)
leave a nigga head between his feet
Fuck that murder talk im bout my money bring that check to me
My mama and my daddy was some hustlers this shit built in me
Truthfully I can tell you that these hoes gone fuck for free
You pay a fee man these niggas goofy that hoe work for me
All about a dolla I care less about ya problems nigga
I can paint a picture wit my words dis a novel nigga
Can't politic wit ya if we ain't talking bout figures nigga
Aroma on my clothes make them white people look at me different
Tryna change my life I see myself up in dem bigger places
Praying to the lord he steer me right so I don't catch no cases
She want me to drop some dick I don't worry drop location
Caught another play imma have to hit that bitch another day
Credits
Writer(s): Dominic Bailey
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