NO RELAXIN
My stomach touch my back too many times, ain't no relaxin', I'm gettin' active and my opp
Changed to drop he think it's sweet, Smokin' on his dead nigga while I'm at it
And I ain't bappin, inna striker, rotating, clutching on my heat
I'm sorry momma the streets turned me to a savage, Been bein' humble, but these niggas keep tryna
compete, 2021, I ran through 35, I been havin' nigga
Put your money where your mouth is, talkin' cheap
They talkin' like they got it, but can't show it, that's a phony
I ain't have it, but I gave it on the night, said I was hungry
Niggas left me there to starve, these niggas really ain't my homies
Hustle came from thinking at the dinner table, eatin' fried bologna
I been ballin' with my jumper, I'm just waitin' on my trophies
Throw the VVs in the Rollie, need it frosted like I'm Tony
I be steppin' fresh as fuck, with that bald-headed Glock
I wear a two-four like it's Kobe, nigga
Done fell back on my dick too many times, huh
Now I'm steadin' on business, stayin' on my grind
This shit out the mud, so I'ma shine
Put a tag on your body, don't get caught in crime
Done fell back on my dick too many times
Now I'm steadin' on business, stayin' on my grind
This shit out the mud, so I'ma shine
Put a tag on your body, don't get caught in crime
I catch that boy outside myself, then he in danger
My bitch threw her sex clothes on out the closet
Made me want ah hanger, money on my phone
So we dont talk, turnt to strangers
Dirty Fanta, inna bag but at the Jotty, we got flavors
I'm on the road, tryna catch a banger
Daelee Armino
when Niggas tired of takin' L's, you get to take some paper
If the police get behind us, they gon' have to chase us
Told Brody, you better drive it till it crash
Only way it's forward, better not look back
When you on the road with me, you gotta risk all you have
Don't waste time with a bitch, if she always mad
She don't ever understand how a nigga got a track
He ain't ever waste long nights tryna get it back
I want the, I see me, I don't walk around with a mask
I just walk on with the stash
So I just run inside the head
Until I beat her first to blast
L-Hole 60, block out of that stitchin'
Jessica off the switch, cut the chopper fully
When you gettin' free bands, you might cop a Bully
When you really deep in, you miss opportunities
I ain't showin' no love, cause they might try to use me
When you down bad, I guess bad, how they gon' try to do you
When I send shots and make you scream hallelujah
What you doin' with that gun, you are not a shooter
I can teach you how to use it like I'm a cooter
Call out gang, hand out sticks like a track meet
Fuck the bitch, then I act like I ain't know her
I just kept it p'
My momma said she ain't raise a thug
I'ma always keep it G
Put your money where your mouth is
Niggas talk is cheap
Slapping fake bowls on your story
I get grams for free
Like the opps sister ah Uber
The Pussy was cheap
Me and fah, hold on, yeah
Me and fah, the kingpins of the school
We ballin' ALL WEEK
My stomach touch my back too many times
Ain't no relaxin'
I'm gettin' active
And my opp change the drop
He think it's sweet
Smokin' on his dead nigga
While I'm at it
And I ain't bapping
Inna striker rotating
clutchin' on my heat
I'm sorry, mom this street shit
Done turnt me to a savage
Been bein' humble
But these niggas
Keep tryna compete
2021, I ran through 35
I been havin' niggas
Put your money where your mouth fits
Talk is cheap
Changed to drop he think it's sweet, Smokin' on his dead nigga while I'm at it
And I ain't bappin, inna striker, rotating, clutching on my heat
I'm sorry momma the streets turned me to a savage, Been bein' humble, but these niggas keep tryna
compete, 2021, I ran through 35, I been havin' nigga
Put your money where your mouth is, talkin' cheap
They talkin' like they got it, but can't show it, that's a phony
I ain't have it, but I gave it on the night, said I was hungry
Niggas left me there to starve, these niggas really ain't my homies
Hustle came from thinking at the dinner table, eatin' fried bologna
I been ballin' with my jumper, I'm just waitin' on my trophies
Throw the VVs in the Rollie, need it frosted like I'm Tony
I be steppin' fresh as fuck, with that bald-headed Glock
I wear a two-four like it's Kobe, nigga
Done fell back on my dick too many times, huh
Now I'm steadin' on business, stayin' on my grind
This shit out the mud, so I'ma shine
Put a tag on your body, don't get caught in crime
Done fell back on my dick too many times
Now I'm steadin' on business, stayin' on my grind
This shit out the mud, so I'ma shine
Put a tag on your body, don't get caught in crime
I catch that boy outside myself, then he in danger
My bitch threw her sex clothes on out the closet
Made me want ah hanger, money on my phone
So we dont talk, turnt to strangers
Dirty Fanta, inna bag but at the Jotty, we got flavors
I'm on the road, tryna catch a banger
Daelee Armino
when Niggas tired of takin' L's, you get to take some paper
If the police get behind us, they gon' have to chase us
Told Brody, you better drive it till it crash
Only way it's forward, better not look back
When you on the road with me, you gotta risk all you have
Don't waste time with a bitch, if she always mad
She don't ever understand how a nigga got a track
He ain't ever waste long nights tryna get it back
I want the, I see me, I don't walk around with a mask
I just walk on with the stash
So I just run inside the head
Until I beat her first to blast
L-Hole 60, block out of that stitchin'
Jessica off the switch, cut the chopper fully
When you gettin' free bands, you might cop a Bully
When you really deep in, you miss opportunities
I ain't showin' no love, cause they might try to use me
When you down bad, I guess bad, how they gon' try to do you
When I send shots and make you scream hallelujah
What you doin' with that gun, you are not a shooter
I can teach you how to use it like I'm a cooter
Call out gang, hand out sticks like a track meet
Fuck the bitch, then I act like I ain't know her
I just kept it p'
My momma said she ain't raise a thug
I'ma always keep it G
Put your money where your mouth is
Niggas talk is cheap
Slapping fake bowls on your story
I get grams for free
Like the opps sister ah Uber
The Pussy was cheap
Me and fah, hold on, yeah
Me and fah, the kingpins of the school
We ballin' ALL WEEK
My stomach touch my back too many times
Ain't no relaxin'
I'm gettin' active
And my opp change the drop
He think it's sweet
Smokin' on his dead nigga
While I'm at it
And I ain't bapping
Inna striker rotating
clutchin' on my heat
I'm sorry, mom this street shit
Done turnt me to a savage
Been bein' humble
But these niggas
Keep tryna compete
2021, I ran through 35
I been havin' niggas
Put your money where your mouth fits
Talk is cheap
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Writer(s): Kasino Gramz
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