Dum

It's hard for me not to feel this confident when I'm talking they steady be turning me up
I had hoes before the money and rapping, and before the rapping, I was deep in they guts
I started this shit for bags and this shit brought me hoes and attention, that shit's just a plus
I had my hand out, they pushed me away, so when I see their hand, I ain't showing no love
I'm from the hood, but the hood in the trunk
I take the roof off, it go in the front
If you not talking bands, I don't give a fuck
Digits fucking up, that shit going dumb

I pop a perc and she know I'ma hit it
High with the birds, bitch, I fly with the pigeons
Coupe a baby, that shit whine from the engine
Sipping so much smell that shit when I'm pissing
Big bands, I ride in a big body
She sucking, she tryna get bands out me
They looking, they say that they can't find me
Ride around with the top down, I ain't hiding
Talking down they don't know that I'm like this
Coupe too fast push a button got nitrous
Looking for lean show me where the pint is
Expensive fabric, bitch, I step in the finest
Kicked her out, she got makeup on my shirt
I'm popping pills and I'm leaving the earth
Six figures, the whip and it's jumping the curb
Never lying, I'm a man of my word

It's hard for me not to feel this confident when I'm talking they steady be turning me up
I had hoes before the money and rapping, and before the rapping, I was deep in they guts
I started this shit for bags and this shit brought me hoes and attention, that shit's just a plus
I had my hand out, they pushed me away, so when I see their hand, I ain't showing no love
I'm from the hood, but the hood in the trunk
I take the roof off, it go in the front
If you not talking bands, I don't give a fuck
Digits fucking up, that shit going dumb



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Writer(s): Mark Herrera
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