ROLL TIDE (feat. Machado)
Ayy, A-O-X-9
Yeah
Go
I dismissed my bm cause she was acting two-faced
The devil did his work, but I don't care about bitch who hate
Went and re up, on some GDP, it went fast like Usain
We running cheddar up, so I invest fuck buying a new chain
It's only paper, nigga, this ain't no game
More like family ties, the way we hitting
You be thinking we played for the roll tide
Bro was tripping, sipping on that, huh, made him show out
Going through some shit, but it's good cause we been patient
Freaky bitch on my dick, so I turn off the location
She been thinking bout my money, but can't think about duration
And if you can't keep it real, I don't need you in my presence
Instead of parties, I think you lil hoes need some Sunday service
All that content y'all been posting really got my head hurting
I run out your life real fast, bitch, like I'm Turpin
You know I'm a star, if you wish I'd fall, that never happen
Way back then, felt like shimmy, popping peas was a habit
Now I'm pushing P, but you won't ever catch me ratting
This was supposed to happen, I don't wanna see my brother relapse
And once I do it big, please don't bother, just let me relax
And when I'm on the mic, you know I'm gon' spit, nothing but facts
Drink in my system, I've been swerving, nigga
I ain't got no limit like I'm Master P
And when I coped that new crib, man, I knew that shit gon' hurt you, niggas
AP on my wrist, I still don't got time for you bitches
Hop out, niggas, send a blitz in, all these rackades way too smooth
Fucking & leave, I know I'm rude, eating good, I'm still not full
Track the live, oh, he a fool, too much yapping, boy, you tripping
I had to go put that risk in, ion like niggas in my shh
Ion like niggas in my mentions, know me, I'ma stack that shit
Know me, I'ma @ bitch, give a fuck about looking clean
I'm tryna be filthy rich, brokeboy, gmb, I.O.P. get next to me
All you niggas D.I.E., if you think about testing me
What the fuck I'm stressing for, look what he done did for me
Had to pull some shiesty shit, nigga, I was tryna eat
Yeah
Go
I dismissed my bm cause she was acting two-faced
The devil did his work, but I don't care about bitch who hate
Went and re up, on some GDP, it went fast like Usain
We running cheddar up, so I invest fuck buying a new chain
It's only paper, nigga, this ain't no game
More like family ties, the way we hitting
You be thinking we played for the roll tide
Bro was tripping, sipping on that, huh, made him show out
Going through some shit, but it's good cause we been patient
Freaky bitch on my dick, so I turn off the location
She been thinking bout my money, but can't think about duration
And if you can't keep it real, I don't need you in my presence
Instead of parties, I think you lil hoes need some Sunday service
All that content y'all been posting really got my head hurting
I run out your life real fast, bitch, like I'm Turpin
You know I'm a star, if you wish I'd fall, that never happen
Way back then, felt like shimmy, popping peas was a habit
Now I'm pushing P, but you won't ever catch me ratting
This was supposed to happen, I don't wanna see my brother relapse
And once I do it big, please don't bother, just let me relax
And when I'm on the mic, you know I'm gon' spit, nothing but facts
Drink in my system, I've been swerving, nigga
I ain't got no limit like I'm Master P
And when I coped that new crib, man, I knew that shit gon' hurt you, niggas
AP on my wrist, I still don't got time for you bitches
Hop out, niggas, send a blitz in, all these rackades way too smooth
Fucking & leave, I know I'm rude, eating good, I'm still not full
Track the live, oh, he a fool, too much yapping, boy, you tripping
I had to go put that risk in, ion like niggas in my shh
Ion like niggas in my mentions, know me, I'ma stack that shit
Know me, I'ma @ bitch, give a fuck about looking clean
I'm tryna be filthy rich, brokeboy, gmb, I.O.P. get next to me
All you niggas D.I.E., if you think about testing me
What the fuck I'm stressing for, look what he done did for me
Had to pull some shiesty shit, nigga, I was tryna eat
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Writer(s): Mark Mordi
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