Bahamas
(Scotty PMPN really killed that)
Blowin' up the base why he all up in my face
Yeah he looked up my location but i'm keepin' a straight face
Yeah i'm strappin' up my lace
Cause we pickin' up the pace
Leave no trace
Bet I be like Tay K when I hit the race
Outside where the homies at
When it start to pop out
Be all with the scammers and you know we like to rock out
Went to the bahamas, now i'm flying out to Mexico
No I ain't a baker but i'm always gettin' to the dough
Standing on my money, now I'm looking down at Shaq
I done made a couple calls I ain't never getting back
Yeah I think i got a lisp the way im spitting on the track
And he must be rolling weed because we smokin' on his pack
We be rolling up his pack
Leave him flat out on the driveway
Told her lil mama's it is me or the highway
Tryna be known all through the tristate
Took that- to dinner, and we ain't even make it out the driveway
Pick up the militia now we ready for the war
She be calling every minute so i'm finna press ignore
Slide through the function, body dripped out in Dior
Yeah you know it's tippy toes when we kickin' down yo door
They put me to the test like I was going for the pacer
Pull up in a Nike Tech, I ain't coming in a blazer
Im a alien, flyin' in a vette that's a spaceship
With a built-in AK so you know it's got a laser
She don't want nothing but prada, she be getting way too picky
Took my day ones out the gutter like i'm listening to Ricky
Still the "X Factor" and I never feel no pity
Got Bulova on my wrist, and you know it cost like fifty
Got me feeling like i'm 50 back in 2003
"Get Rich or Die Tryin'" still the motto to me
We be stompin' him out but we is not a stampede
Pull up in a amg and it's pickin' up the speed(skirt skirt)
We is vettes getting checks we not new to this
No Lil Yachty I be flying out to Budapest
Let lil bro get the assist if I hit a miss
We could beef, but I ain't never finna drop a diss
Pick up the militia now we ready for the war
She be calling every minute so im finna press ignore
Slide through the function body dripped out in dior
Yeah you know its tippy toes when we kicking down yo door
Got like 1k on me when I walk up in the store
If we hit the drop with two, then the whip got double doors
3 days out the week I be dripped out in jordan 4's
You know if I count to 5 then we kicking down your door
Okay(okay)
(I hit that)
(Yeah we gonna run it back from the hook and then we should be good)
Blowin' up the base why he all up in my face
Yeah he looked up my location but i'm keepin' a straight face
Yeah i'm strappin' up my lace
Cause we pickin' up the pace
Leave no trace
Bet I be like Tay K when I hit the race
Outside where the homies at
When it start to pop out
Be all with the scammers and you know we like to rock out
Went to the bahamas, now i'm flying out to Mexico
No I ain't a baker but i'm always gettin' to the dough
Standing on my money, now I'm looking down at Shaq
I done made a couple calls I ain't never getting back
Yeah I think i got a lisp the way im spitting on the track
And he must be rolling weed because we smokin' on his pack
We be rolling up his pack
Leave him flat out on the driveway
Told her lil mama's it is me or the highway
Tryna be known all through the tristate
Took that- to dinner, and we ain't even make it out the driveway
Pick up the militia now we ready for the war
She be calling every minute so i'm finna press ignore
Slide through the function, body dripped out in Dior
Yeah you know it's tippy toes when we kickin' down yo door
They put me to the test like I was going for the pacer
Pull up in a Nike Tech, I ain't coming in a blazer
Im a alien, flyin' in a vette that's a spaceship
With a built-in AK so you know it's got a laser
She don't want nothing but prada, she be getting way too picky
Took my day ones out the gutter like i'm listening to Ricky
Still the "X Factor" and I never feel no pity
Got Bulova on my wrist, and you know it cost like fifty
Got me feeling like i'm 50 back in 2003
"Get Rich or Die Tryin'" still the motto to me
We be stompin' him out but we is not a stampede
Pull up in a amg and it's pickin' up the speed(skirt skirt)
We is vettes getting checks we not new to this
No Lil Yachty I be flying out to Budapest
Let lil bro get the assist if I hit a miss
We could beef, but I ain't never finna drop a diss
Pick up the militia now we ready for the war
She be calling every minute so im finna press ignore
Slide through the function body dripped out in dior
Yeah you know its tippy toes when we kicking down yo door
Got like 1k on me when I walk up in the store
If we hit the drop with two, then the whip got double doors
3 days out the week I be dripped out in jordan 4's
You know if I count to 5 then we kicking down your door
Okay(okay)
(I hit that)
(Yeah we gonna run it back from the hook and then we should be good)
Credits
Writer(s): Scott Sanderlin
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