Disclosure
Yeah, ay
I don't even know
I don't even know what
Ay, yeah
Shout out to you guys who are with me
Bitch, I need no disclosures
Where be climbing these ranks
Ain't enough till it's over
So I'm gonna be who you want
I'll put them over and I'll sit in it
92 more feet change
Ain't enough till it's over
So I'm gonna be who you want
I hear where dogs dealing motherfuckers
I'm up and coming by
I'm still a son Infused trace
I don't have no jumper
But I'm with the rockfield
I feel great, It's been a run that I've had with no slag
I had a Callie in just a few days, I'm living my life
I get paid from Jane, You're the man
I see what I feel can surpass
Been a liquor, broke the can with a disclosure
I won't shake that stuff, pop it and so forth
Running the game, hell effects in my shoulders
With lyrics, I scold and I'm not social
No, I'm not the best, now I'm breaking
My motherfucking berries, breaking the bulls
Be on my way with my legs and self when you say it
Someone say me cause you know it
Bitch, I don't need no disclosure
Where I be climbing these ranks
Ain't enough till it's over
So I'm gonna be who you want
I'll put them over and I'll sit in it
92 more feet change
Ain't enough till it's over
So I'm gonna be who you want
My number minutes, bitch
I said it causing a racket and missing no tennis
Man, I still fly, I need my fucking tennis
Now I'm waiting for my doom is impeded
Might be the best rubber dancing dependent
Can't have my life right away off the fitty
Act your own whiskey from my bars like a dilly
You was a pussy, I'm not being petty
The fuck did you think I ain't giving you many petties
You can't rap so my boys I ain't giving some petty
Pretty as fuck, I know all it goes
Would make it contrast and go up to
Houston, like Whitty I need a breakdown
I feel it's a trash
Like Michael Jordan, the way I come back
I'll tell I pass, I'll be rolling the packs
Y'all who want to fuck with me, meet me at back
I don't need no disclosure
Where I be climbing these ranks
Ain't enough till it's over
So I'm gonna be who you want
I'm with the Rollball
92 more feet change
Ain't no till it's over
So I'm gonna be who you want
Bitch, I need no disclosures
Where I be climbing these ranks
Ain't no till it's over
So I'm gonna be who you want
I'll put them over and I'll sit in it
92 more feet change
Ain't enough till it's over
So I'm gonna be who you want, yeah
I don't even know
I don't even know what
Ay, yeah
Shout out to you guys who are with me
Bitch, I need no disclosures
Where be climbing these ranks
Ain't enough till it's over
So I'm gonna be who you want
I'll put them over and I'll sit in it
92 more feet change
Ain't enough till it's over
So I'm gonna be who you want
I hear where dogs dealing motherfuckers
I'm up and coming by
I'm still a son Infused trace
I don't have no jumper
But I'm with the rockfield
I feel great, It's been a run that I've had with no slag
I had a Callie in just a few days, I'm living my life
I get paid from Jane, You're the man
I see what I feel can surpass
Been a liquor, broke the can with a disclosure
I won't shake that stuff, pop it and so forth
Running the game, hell effects in my shoulders
With lyrics, I scold and I'm not social
No, I'm not the best, now I'm breaking
My motherfucking berries, breaking the bulls
Be on my way with my legs and self when you say it
Someone say me cause you know it
Bitch, I don't need no disclosure
Where I be climbing these ranks
Ain't enough till it's over
So I'm gonna be who you want
I'll put them over and I'll sit in it
92 more feet change
Ain't enough till it's over
So I'm gonna be who you want
My number minutes, bitch
I said it causing a racket and missing no tennis
Man, I still fly, I need my fucking tennis
Now I'm waiting for my doom is impeded
Might be the best rubber dancing dependent
Can't have my life right away off the fitty
Act your own whiskey from my bars like a dilly
You was a pussy, I'm not being petty
The fuck did you think I ain't giving you many petties
You can't rap so my boys I ain't giving some petty
Pretty as fuck, I know all it goes
Would make it contrast and go up to
Houston, like Whitty I need a breakdown
I feel it's a trash
Like Michael Jordan, the way I come back
I'll tell I pass, I'll be rolling the packs
Y'all who want to fuck with me, meet me at back
I don't need no disclosure
Where I be climbing these ranks
Ain't enough till it's over
So I'm gonna be who you want
I'm with the Rollball
92 more feet change
Ain't no till it's over
So I'm gonna be who you want
Bitch, I need no disclosures
Where I be climbing these ranks
Ain't no till it's over
So I'm gonna be who you want
I'll put them over and I'll sit in it
92 more feet change
Ain't enough till it's over
So I'm gonna be who you want, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Dashaun Isaiah Shute, Veezy The Virgo
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