Strongarm
Yeah
Shit shit
I don't got time to play around
Come out your body you staying out
Making my way till I make it out
Making em pay that's on their accounts
Think you got the biggest wave around
Niggas be washed and faded down
Heard me once I'm her favorite now
Heard me twice I'm the greatest out
Yea yea yea yea
If I ever step up its for respect
If I ever step down its on your neck
I know they drawn to me
I'm what they wanna be
I know that they know exactly what I'm gonna be
We all on a bread hunt
And we won't stop till we fed up
But don't make me stop to go head hunt
I dim all your shine with some red rum
Pressure pressure all about pressure
Never too extra but never do lesser
Never you measure, never do fess up
Send shots? yea but they never do vest up
King Flexer, I could jump into any bag
One life to live, don't get me amped
Get burdened with pain, I swerve in your lane
We gone see too many crash
I'm just running laps
So much so you gotta run it back
So n so cannot fuck with that
Sold your soul, ain't no coming back
I'm on my shit with another batch
Strong-arming fuck a humble brag
Shit shit
Strong arming this shit
Shit shit
Strong arming this shit
You aint know? Now I'm on go
Got me strong arming this shit
Strong arming this shit
Told you niggas that the summers mine
Showed you niggas bout a hunnit times
Smoke you niggas with a couple lines
I'm just over niggas that undermine
Setting the record straight
Whatever the setting, my records straight
My music speak for its self
You on deaf ears tryna reach for the belt
That's a reach in itself
Close to the edge but if I take a leap it'll be for my health
Creep to the wealth, deep and discreet
And I'm keeping it stealth never meeting a cell
I do not strive for last place
Slow niggas try to win fast pace
Sellin weed thinking that's weight
Confronting the goat
Wanting some smoke
But even that thought is half baked
But it can get lit again
Done with the bickering
Here's something niggas can think about
You moody like bitches you sing about
Groupie like bitches you dream about
Salute me when you see the king around
Shit shit
Strong arming this shit
Shit shit
Strong arming this shit
You aint know? Now I'm on go
Got me strong arming this shit
Strong arming this shit
Strong arming this shit
Strong arming this shit
Strong arming this shit
Strong arming this shit
Shit shit
I don't got time to play around
Come out your body you staying out
Making my way till I make it out
Making em pay that's on their accounts
Think you got the biggest wave around
Niggas be washed and faded down
Heard me once I'm her favorite now
Heard me twice I'm the greatest out
Yea yea yea yea
If I ever step up its for respect
If I ever step down its on your neck
I know they drawn to me
I'm what they wanna be
I know that they know exactly what I'm gonna be
We all on a bread hunt
And we won't stop till we fed up
But don't make me stop to go head hunt
I dim all your shine with some red rum
Pressure pressure all about pressure
Never too extra but never do lesser
Never you measure, never do fess up
Send shots? yea but they never do vest up
King Flexer, I could jump into any bag
One life to live, don't get me amped
Get burdened with pain, I swerve in your lane
We gone see too many crash
I'm just running laps
So much so you gotta run it back
So n so cannot fuck with that
Sold your soul, ain't no coming back
I'm on my shit with another batch
Strong-arming fuck a humble brag
Shit shit
Strong arming this shit
Shit shit
Strong arming this shit
You aint know? Now I'm on go
Got me strong arming this shit
Strong arming this shit
Told you niggas that the summers mine
Showed you niggas bout a hunnit times
Smoke you niggas with a couple lines
I'm just over niggas that undermine
Setting the record straight
Whatever the setting, my records straight
My music speak for its self
You on deaf ears tryna reach for the belt
That's a reach in itself
Close to the edge but if I take a leap it'll be for my health
Creep to the wealth, deep and discreet
And I'm keeping it stealth never meeting a cell
I do not strive for last place
Slow niggas try to win fast pace
Sellin weed thinking that's weight
Confronting the goat
Wanting some smoke
But even that thought is half baked
But it can get lit again
Done with the bickering
Here's something niggas can think about
You moody like bitches you sing about
Groupie like bitches you dream about
Salute me when you see the king around
Shit shit
Strong arming this shit
Shit shit
Strong arming this shit
You aint know? Now I'm on go
Got me strong arming this shit
Strong arming this shit
Strong arming this shit
Strong arming this shit
Strong arming this shit
Strong arming this shit
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Writer(s): Romello Holman
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