Outro
Had to mute out them distractions Im too focused on the cheddar
I made the right decision for my life I'm doing better
Heard these niggas salty had to mix 'em wit the pepper
Sometimes I like to gamble I ain't ever been a better
This money on my fit I got designer for the sweater
Balencie I'm a steppa
Sitting suede and riding leather
She said she wanna eat it I don't think I wanna let her
I kinda wanna let her I ain't have to put the effort
I know niggas from VA the plug calling he from DC
Riding thru Mo County in that fat shit Free Leek
Ain't beefin' wit no nigga boy I bet he never seen me
Feature cost a fee cause I can't give a sucka free bees
Walk into the spot we dap security they don't check us
Can't smoke up in the bitch you wit NB they gon let us
Bottles on the way them other niggas looking jealous
We like 10 to 20 deep so it ain't shit that you could tell us
She seen the flashing lights and wanted me to treat her special
Above your jurisdiction over here I had to check you
Feel like a deadbeat how long It's been I seen my nephew
Just tryna run it up cause when you older Ima bless you
My cousin lost his homie know that pain was hella brutal
Don't stress on get backs them niggas quick to turn to noodles
Barking ass niggas puppied up you niggas poodles
You wanna know about me you ain't gotta ask Google
No Budget ima rep it we ain't stressing bout a penny
Regard wit great respect if you don't know that's me and Kenny
Can't stop that's me and Tito we was getting to it plenty
I swear I can't complain that's me and Peets we inna hemi
Chilling I'm with Holly and the gang shout out to Seat and em
Niggas mad at us we going up and we was leaving em
Remember just a year ago I swear they ain't believe in em
Was questioning the world like wtf they even see in em
I'm on a paper trail you probably see me wit them stacks out
I don't carry shit but my dawg'll bring them straps out
Remember high school was tossing bitches in that trap house
Go back it make me sad cause they done took away the trap house
A thousand on the fit cause it ain't nun I need to cap bout
You ain't got writers block, You just ain't got shit to rap bout
She said she like to drink to heal the pain she need to black out
Was chilling for a minute get the call I'm coming back out, nigga
Yeah
No Budget shit nigga
Can't stop it, won't stop it
Long live the guys, free the guys
No Budget
Let's go
I made the right decision for my life I'm doing better
Heard these niggas salty had to mix 'em wit the pepper
Sometimes I like to gamble I ain't ever been a better
This money on my fit I got designer for the sweater
Balencie I'm a steppa
Sitting suede and riding leather
She said she wanna eat it I don't think I wanna let her
I kinda wanna let her I ain't have to put the effort
I know niggas from VA the plug calling he from DC
Riding thru Mo County in that fat shit Free Leek
Ain't beefin' wit no nigga boy I bet he never seen me
Feature cost a fee cause I can't give a sucka free bees
Walk into the spot we dap security they don't check us
Can't smoke up in the bitch you wit NB they gon let us
Bottles on the way them other niggas looking jealous
We like 10 to 20 deep so it ain't shit that you could tell us
She seen the flashing lights and wanted me to treat her special
Above your jurisdiction over here I had to check you
Feel like a deadbeat how long It's been I seen my nephew
Just tryna run it up cause when you older Ima bless you
My cousin lost his homie know that pain was hella brutal
Don't stress on get backs them niggas quick to turn to noodles
Barking ass niggas puppied up you niggas poodles
You wanna know about me you ain't gotta ask Google
No Budget ima rep it we ain't stressing bout a penny
Regard wit great respect if you don't know that's me and Kenny
Can't stop that's me and Tito we was getting to it plenty
I swear I can't complain that's me and Peets we inna hemi
Chilling I'm with Holly and the gang shout out to Seat and em
Niggas mad at us we going up and we was leaving em
Remember just a year ago I swear they ain't believe in em
Was questioning the world like wtf they even see in em
I'm on a paper trail you probably see me wit them stacks out
I don't carry shit but my dawg'll bring them straps out
Remember high school was tossing bitches in that trap house
Go back it make me sad cause they done took away the trap house
A thousand on the fit cause it ain't nun I need to cap bout
You ain't got writers block, You just ain't got shit to rap bout
She said she like to drink to heal the pain she need to black out
Was chilling for a minute get the call I'm coming back out, nigga
Yeah
No Budget shit nigga
Can't stop it, won't stop it
Long live the guys, free the guys
No Budget
Let's go
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Hawkins
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