home! taking a walk..
What I'm on now
What we on now
It's a different type of timing that I'm talking about
Yeah I"m him, so I'm shutting up my bitch mouth
How does an Audemars Piguet on yo wrist sound
What I'm hittin' now
What we hittin' now
Its a lot of gold rubbers at my bitch house
I ain't ever cleanin' up, I'm a mess now
I'm at home, rockin Homer on my neck now
Brought a TEC in my bag, I don't brag bout my friends, cause we all getting rich, ain't no gang signs
And we just left the jeweler, man Shoutout to Reuben, we walked out with chains, its hang time
I can't ever be nervous on the facetime
That's a chance, to go crazy during the nighttime
Yeah freak lil bitch, so we eye to eye
12 AM right now and we side to side
I picked up my phone and I seen that you callin'
Sorry lil mama I'm ballin, uh
I can't fit the racks in my pockets, uh
All of this weed make me nauseous, uh
I know I'm all in yo conscience, huh
This green on my body, I'm out of this world, I thought I was Marvin the Martian
There was supposed to be an earth-shattering, kaboom
What I'm on now
What we on now
It's a different type of timing that I'm talking about
Yeah I"m him, so I'm shutting up my bitch mouth
How does an Audemars Piguet on yo wrist sound
What I'm hittin' now
What we hittin' now
Its a lot of gold rubbers at my bitch house
I ain't ever cleanin' up, I'm a mess now
I'm at home, rockin Homer on my neck now
Imma kill the pussy it got nine lives
I ain't trippin' when I hit it all nine times
I know you hit only cause of my neck shinin'
But I still love you every day, I ain't eva runnin'
I ain't ever jogging, and I ain't ever swimming
But I'm always fly, I got a clean fitted
Yeah you talk a lot, you never even end a sentence
Breakfast and lunch, we gon skip dinner
Imma take you to the crib just so I can hit it
But I don't love you, I don't plan on getting you pregnant
You rockin' Christian Dior, but you always sinning
So you gotta let me know if you really with it
Are we fuckin just because yo friends said so
If so, then yo lame ass gotta go
No hoe, finna tell me I'm a low blow
I don't choke, in the paint, Yeah I'm D-Rose
Dirty my cup, yeah I fill it with wock, inside of my bag is a Tommy gun
And I take a dab of the weed when I'm making a beat, I'm sounding like Maaly Raw
And when I chase the paper, the ladies be chasing me, every day I just be on the run
I just be taking a walk
Givenchy on down to my socks
I fade away like I'm LeBron
When I take a hit in the sauna
Ain't ever gon' fall like autumn
If you got a chain, then run it
If you got a watch then run it
Bad timing, I'm on it
I know yo bitch, she want it
I'm picking her up in a Scat
Feed her then after I'm blowing her back
I hit it once, now you ain't getting her back
Fuck it, man, I just be stacking the bands
You hatin', then we poppin' out at yo mans
Foreign lil bitch, she came from France
Put rocks on her neck, like she in the sand
Yeah, yeah, I don't be playin'
I'm actin insane, know what I'm saying
I got me a rake, the hoes be flaking
No we not the same, I shoot it like Dame
And fuck the fame, i don't wanna be famous
I'm chasing the K, put 0s in my bank
And I'm cracking the safe, it's me and the squad
It's me and the gang
What we on now
It's a different type of timing that I'm talking about
Yeah I"m him, so I'm shutting up my bitch mouth
How does an Audemars Piguet on yo wrist sound
What I'm hittin' now
What we hittin' now
Its a lot of gold rubbers at my bitch house
I ain't ever cleanin' up, I'm a mess now
I'm at home, rockin Homer on my neck now
Brought a TEC in my bag, I don't brag bout my friends, cause we all getting rich, ain't no gang signs
And we just left the jeweler, man Shoutout to Reuben, we walked out with chains, its hang time
I can't ever be nervous on the facetime
That's a chance, to go crazy during the nighttime
Yeah freak lil bitch, so we eye to eye
12 AM right now and we side to side
I picked up my phone and I seen that you callin'
Sorry lil mama I'm ballin, uh
I can't fit the racks in my pockets, uh
All of this weed make me nauseous, uh
I know I'm all in yo conscience, huh
This green on my body, I'm out of this world, I thought I was Marvin the Martian
There was supposed to be an earth-shattering, kaboom
What I'm on now
What we on now
It's a different type of timing that I'm talking about
Yeah I"m him, so I'm shutting up my bitch mouth
How does an Audemars Piguet on yo wrist sound
What I'm hittin' now
What we hittin' now
Its a lot of gold rubbers at my bitch house
I ain't ever cleanin' up, I'm a mess now
I'm at home, rockin Homer on my neck now
Imma kill the pussy it got nine lives
I ain't trippin' when I hit it all nine times
I know you hit only cause of my neck shinin'
But I still love you every day, I ain't eva runnin'
I ain't ever jogging, and I ain't ever swimming
But I'm always fly, I got a clean fitted
Yeah you talk a lot, you never even end a sentence
Breakfast and lunch, we gon skip dinner
Imma take you to the crib just so I can hit it
But I don't love you, I don't plan on getting you pregnant
You rockin' Christian Dior, but you always sinning
So you gotta let me know if you really with it
Are we fuckin just because yo friends said so
If so, then yo lame ass gotta go
No hoe, finna tell me I'm a low blow
I don't choke, in the paint, Yeah I'm D-Rose
Dirty my cup, yeah I fill it with wock, inside of my bag is a Tommy gun
And I take a dab of the weed when I'm making a beat, I'm sounding like Maaly Raw
And when I chase the paper, the ladies be chasing me, every day I just be on the run
I just be taking a walk
Givenchy on down to my socks
I fade away like I'm LeBron
When I take a hit in the sauna
Ain't ever gon' fall like autumn
If you got a chain, then run it
If you got a watch then run it
Bad timing, I'm on it
I know yo bitch, she want it
I'm picking her up in a Scat
Feed her then after I'm blowing her back
I hit it once, now you ain't getting her back
Fuck it, man, I just be stacking the bands
You hatin', then we poppin' out at yo mans
Foreign lil bitch, she came from France
Put rocks on her neck, like she in the sand
Yeah, yeah, I don't be playin'
I'm actin insane, know what I'm saying
I got me a rake, the hoes be flaking
No we not the same, I shoot it like Dame
And fuck the fame, i don't wanna be famous
I'm chasing the K, put 0s in my bank
And I'm cracking the safe, it's me and the squad
It's me and the gang
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Writer(s): Phillip Kravtsov
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