IDK
Stop asking bout shit I don't know
All I know is that I won't fold
Staying down all ten of my toes
I got plans, ain't telling them tho
Running thru that six with
Running thru that six with my woes
"Where you at?"
I've been on the road
I'm the one you ain't coming close
Mixing the gin
With that tonic
Trippin off shit
Off of narcotics
When I get paid
You know imma flaunt it
Don't like my tone
I won't say sorry
Won't say shit
Too busy getting topped off by your bitch
Can't talk right now
Cus I'm making a hit
GTA shit
Flying oppressors
Puff and apply all of that
Puff and apply all of that pressure
I'm charged up
This shit is electric
Just like a Tesla
I'm geeked up
Feeling eccentric
Sipping on flasks of Estus
Checkers or chess
Y'all know what's next
Whatever you do
I'm doing it better
Said it's a bet
Say it with your chest
I'm dripping with
Minimum effort (Uh, yeah)
Minimum effort (Uh, yeah)
Minimum effort (Uh, yeah)
Minimum-
That bitch
Had to check her
Stop asking bout shit I don't know
All I know is that I won't fold
Staying down all ten of my toes
I got plans, ain't telling them tho
Running thru that six with
Running thru that six with my woes
"Where you at?"
I've been on the road
I'm the one you ain't coming close
Ain't coming close
Nah nah
Ain't coming
Yeah
Ain't coming close
They keep capping back to back
Them niggas ain't got no racks (No)
Them niggas ain't got no racks (No)
Them niggas ain't got no racks (No)
Yeah I'm working through them
Yeah I'm working through them ranks
Yeah they ain't taking shit back
What you said
Can't take it back nah
Better not be pocket watching
Just stay in your lane
Popping my shit
Don't abide by the rules
Ain't shit getting in my way
Ain't shit getting in my way
Cus you know I don't got patience
Ain't shit getting in my way
Cus you know that i get crazy
Outta my mind I'm smoking exotic
Could think that I'm dying
Outta my mind I'm smoking exotic
I think think that I'm dying
Stop asking bout shit I don't know
All I know is that I won't fold
Staying down all ten of my toes
I got plans, ain't telling them tho
Running thru that six with
Running thru that six with my woes
Where you at I've been on the road
I'm the one you ain't coming close
All I know is that I won't fold
Staying down all ten of my toes
I got plans, ain't telling them tho
Running thru that six with
Running thru that six with my woes
"Where you at?"
I've been on the road
I'm the one you ain't coming close
Mixing the gin
With that tonic
Trippin off shit
Off of narcotics
When I get paid
You know imma flaunt it
Don't like my tone
I won't say sorry
Won't say shit
Too busy getting topped off by your bitch
Can't talk right now
Cus I'm making a hit
GTA shit
Flying oppressors
Puff and apply all of that
Puff and apply all of that pressure
I'm charged up
This shit is electric
Just like a Tesla
I'm geeked up
Feeling eccentric
Sipping on flasks of Estus
Checkers or chess
Y'all know what's next
Whatever you do
I'm doing it better
Said it's a bet
Say it with your chest
I'm dripping with
Minimum effort (Uh, yeah)
Minimum effort (Uh, yeah)
Minimum effort (Uh, yeah)
Minimum-
That bitch
Had to check her
Stop asking bout shit I don't know
All I know is that I won't fold
Staying down all ten of my toes
I got plans, ain't telling them tho
Running thru that six with
Running thru that six with my woes
"Where you at?"
I've been on the road
I'm the one you ain't coming close
Ain't coming close
Nah nah
Ain't coming
Yeah
Ain't coming close
They keep capping back to back
Them niggas ain't got no racks (No)
Them niggas ain't got no racks (No)
Them niggas ain't got no racks (No)
Yeah I'm working through them
Yeah I'm working through them ranks
Yeah they ain't taking shit back
What you said
Can't take it back nah
Better not be pocket watching
Just stay in your lane
Popping my shit
Don't abide by the rules
Ain't shit getting in my way
Ain't shit getting in my way
Cus you know I don't got patience
Ain't shit getting in my way
Cus you know that i get crazy
Outta my mind I'm smoking exotic
Could think that I'm dying
Outta my mind I'm smoking exotic
I think think that I'm dying
Stop asking bout shit I don't know
All I know is that I won't fold
Staying down all ten of my toes
I got plans, ain't telling them tho
Running thru that six with
Running thru that six with my woes
Where you at I've been on the road
I'm the one you ain't coming close
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Writer(s): Wander Tiemersma, Faris Shahatta
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