Back
Yeah
Aye
Yeah
Aye
Yeah
Aye
Wassup
Yeah
Aye
Yeah
Aye
Yeah
Aye
Wassup
Lets go
Yeah
Aye
Yeah
Aye
Yeah
Aye
Aye
Aye
Yeah
Aye
Yeah
Aye
Yeah
Aye
Come get it back
Money to the roof in a stack
Niggas always gotta act
Fuck what you lack
Pockets on big like shaq
All of my statements is facts
Throw on a hat
What the fuck do you attract
Bad bitches all on my map
These hoes is a trap
Gotta keep it over a stack
These problems keep coming right back
Yeah
If I keep going on doing this bullshit why do I think its gone change
The problem with me is I'm no longer chasing the scene
So of course it keep looking the same
The heat on the jeans
I'm ironing out all the seams
The metal on pants like chains
You thinks its a game
For all of the goofy ass niggas I'm handing out L's for the lames
Let's go
This sauce
Fuck no to having a boss
Smacking her ass and its soft
My neck is on frost
Fuck her and tell her get lost
I'm giving her lips a new gloss
On my chest is a cross
Buying the shit that you bought
She already know it's your fault
I been staying on track with a one track mind
So I can't lose train of my thoughts
It costs
We up
Pull out the spot real fast
All of the cash in the bag
Lit out the ass
If you want problems just ask
We wrapping up in a sash
I don't wanna brag
In the cut just like a stab
Halloween all on the mask
These rappers is trash
The skill level wider than vast
I'm putting you niggas on blast
Yessir
You think imma problem
I'm with all my niggas that come from the bottom
My family all goats they know that I got em
They know that these niggas is jealous we checking the spot
You don't believe me just sit down and watch
Being to greedy can put you on fox
I know I be tripping but how could I not
Staying on time like the hands on a clock
Yo sound and body both stuck in a box
This shit too easy
My flow make em queasy
Shoutout to the niggas who fake what they not
Its been a few times where a couple niggas tried to play me like one of them goofys
I'm just saying
I ain't gone shoot first imma make his girl one of my little groupies
All of the faking and hating
And think that we racing aint never gone get straight to me
Soon you'll be checking the stats
Better watch where he at
Gotta squad that's stronger than luffy's
Jay
Yeah
Wassup
Yeah
Wassup
Yeah
Wassup
Yeah
Wassup
Yeah
Wassup
Yeah
Wassup
Yeah
Wassup
Aye
Yeah
Aye
Yeah
Aye
Wassup
Yeah
Aye
Yeah
Aye
Yeah
Aye
Wassup
Lets go
Yeah
Aye
Yeah
Aye
Yeah
Aye
Aye
Aye
Yeah
Aye
Yeah
Aye
Yeah
Aye
Come get it back
Money to the roof in a stack
Niggas always gotta act
Fuck what you lack
Pockets on big like shaq
All of my statements is facts
Throw on a hat
What the fuck do you attract
Bad bitches all on my map
These hoes is a trap
Gotta keep it over a stack
These problems keep coming right back
Yeah
If I keep going on doing this bullshit why do I think its gone change
The problem with me is I'm no longer chasing the scene
So of course it keep looking the same
The heat on the jeans
I'm ironing out all the seams
The metal on pants like chains
You thinks its a game
For all of the goofy ass niggas I'm handing out L's for the lames
Let's go
This sauce
Fuck no to having a boss
Smacking her ass and its soft
My neck is on frost
Fuck her and tell her get lost
I'm giving her lips a new gloss
On my chest is a cross
Buying the shit that you bought
She already know it's your fault
I been staying on track with a one track mind
So I can't lose train of my thoughts
It costs
We up
Pull out the spot real fast
All of the cash in the bag
Lit out the ass
If you want problems just ask
We wrapping up in a sash
I don't wanna brag
In the cut just like a stab
Halloween all on the mask
These rappers is trash
The skill level wider than vast
I'm putting you niggas on blast
Yessir
You think imma problem
I'm with all my niggas that come from the bottom
My family all goats they know that I got em
They know that these niggas is jealous we checking the spot
You don't believe me just sit down and watch
Being to greedy can put you on fox
I know I be tripping but how could I not
Staying on time like the hands on a clock
Yo sound and body both stuck in a box
This shit too easy
My flow make em queasy
Shoutout to the niggas who fake what they not
Its been a few times where a couple niggas tried to play me like one of them goofys
I'm just saying
I ain't gone shoot first imma make his girl one of my little groupies
All of the faking and hating
And think that we racing aint never gone get straight to me
Soon you'll be checking the stats
Better watch where he at
Gotta squad that's stronger than luffy's
Jay
Yeah
Wassup
Yeah
Wassup
Yeah
Wassup
Yeah
Wassup
Yeah
Wassup
Yeah
Wassup
Yeah
Wassup
Credits
Writer(s): Jeremiah Graves
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