System - Remix
(Yeah... yeah,hhh)
(Yeah... yeah,hhh)
All of these niggas the same, all of these niggas too lame
All of these niggas the same, all of these niggas too lame
(Shit... is that rexi?)
(Yuh) All of these niggas the same
All of these niggas too lame
Finna go cop a new chain
One that come from Johnny Dang
I'm 'bout to hop in a Range
So I be switchin' up lanes
Don't give a fuck 'bout the fame
Don't give a fuck 'bout the fame
Swear to God, I'll never change
May the money go up, may the money come down
So instead I be keepin' the change
And I don't give a fuck 'bout these niggas that's talkin' that shit
'Coz I know they be lame
(Yeah... yeah,hhh)
(Yeah... yeah,hhh)
Man I be goin' insane, sippin' on lean 'til I faint
I feel that shit in my brain, I feel that shit in my veins
I'm in the studio cookin' up hits and my lil brother saying "goddamn"
I cannot stop 'til I'm countin' on hunnidz on hunnidz on
Hunnidz of Rands
I put that shit on my gang, I put that shit on my name
Put some respect on my name, you can get popped in the brain
I'm gettin' high as a plane, feelin' just like I'm Bruce Wayne
Fuck nigga reach for my chain... lil' nigga you know you can't
Who the fuck you? (uh)
That nigga is an imposter
Run up on me, you gon' meet with the monster
I got a hoe that look like Willy Wonka
I wanna hop in a big body Tonka
Scorin' on hoes like I'm Diego Costa
I got a bitch with a nickname Rhonda
Swervin' on hoes like I hopped in a Honda
Niggas know that I'm the man
I just got me a new chain
I heard that hoe was your main
Sorry, that hoe for the gang
Don't give a fuck 'bout a thang
Run up on me, no you can't
All you gon' hear is a bang
All you gon' hear is a (?)
All of these niggas the same
All of these niggas too lame
Finna go cop a new chain
One that come from Johnny Dang
I'm 'bout to hop in a Range
So I be switchin' up lanes
Don't give a fuck 'bout the fame
Don't give a fuck 'bout the fame
Swear to God, I'll never change
May the money go up, may the money come down
So instead I be keepin' the change
And I don't give a fuck 'bout these niggas that's talkin' that shit
'Coz I know they be lame
(Yeah... yeah,hhh)
(Yeah... yeah,hhh)
(Yeah... yeah,hhh)
All of these niggas the same, all of these niggas too lame
All of these niggas the same, all of these niggas too lame
(Shit... is that rexi?)
(Yuh) All of these niggas the same
All of these niggas too lame
Finna go cop a new chain
One that come from Johnny Dang
I'm 'bout to hop in a Range
So I be switchin' up lanes
Don't give a fuck 'bout the fame
Don't give a fuck 'bout the fame
Swear to God, I'll never change
May the money go up, may the money come down
So instead I be keepin' the change
And I don't give a fuck 'bout these niggas that's talkin' that shit
'Coz I know they be lame
(Yeah... yeah,hhh)
(Yeah... yeah,hhh)
Man I be goin' insane, sippin' on lean 'til I faint
I feel that shit in my brain, I feel that shit in my veins
I'm in the studio cookin' up hits and my lil brother saying "goddamn"
I cannot stop 'til I'm countin' on hunnidz on hunnidz on
Hunnidz of Rands
I put that shit on my gang, I put that shit on my name
Put some respect on my name, you can get popped in the brain
I'm gettin' high as a plane, feelin' just like I'm Bruce Wayne
Fuck nigga reach for my chain... lil' nigga you know you can't
Who the fuck you? (uh)
That nigga is an imposter
Run up on me, you gon' meet with the monster
I got a hoe that look like Willy Wonka
I wanna hop in a big body Tonka
Scorin' on hoes like I'm Diego Costa
I got a bitch with a nickname Rhonda
Swervin' on hoes like I hopped in a Honda
Niggas know that I'm the man
I just got me a new chain
I heard that hoe was your main
Sorry, that hoe for the gang
Don't give a fuck 'bout a thang
Run up on me, no you can't
All you gon' hear is a bang
All you gon' hear is a (?)
All of these niggas the same
All of these niggas too lame
Finna go cop a new chain
One that come from Johnny Dang
I'm 'bout to hop in a Range
So I be switchin' up lanes
Don't give a fuck 'bout the fame
Don't give a fuck 'bout the fame
Swear to God, I'll never change
May the money go up, may the money come down
So instead I be keepin' the change
And I don't give a fuck 'bout these niggas that's talkin' that shit
'Coz I know they be lame
(Yeah... yeah,hhh)
(Yeah... yeah,hhh)
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