Cali
You can see me in
Denver
I shipped out a bow
And went back to sum
Evil ass thoughts to this
Told my momma
I'm back
Used to have me a Jeep
I was creepin
To see how them hallows hit
Now they feelin my flow
Told me keep droppin mo
But believe me
I really got harder shit
Had to play this bitch back
And get right back on track
I'm the goat
Enough of the arguments
Wanna trip straight to Cali
I shipped off da Tesla
Back in it I'm showing my ass off
Millionaire dollar ahh boy
Took his ho on a date
Ate that hoe like a pear
Like I'm Rick Ross
See really I stayed to myself
And sat back and watched business
While niggas was trippin
And my momma be stuntin
Pink and green in her blood
She more presidential
Than the Clintons
If I told you I loved you
I meant it for real
But really only for the minute
And I really be itching
And hurting inside
But not like niggas in they feelings
Cause I'm too close to home
And I want my own throne
I gotta make it outta Memphis
You a fool if you tryna act hard
You really ain't pimpin
I slide on yo bitch like a Philly
Aye za pack to da face
Birch wood on da Drac
You gotta know this shit expensive
I don't condone in beefing with niggas
Cause my watch and mind it's neva not ticking
You niggas ain't buying
Not getting what I'm getting
No need for the sorry
Just be more specific
When I'm up in traffic
Ain't no competition
I wasn't gon do it
But the yerk got me itching
Aye, off the dome
Boy, I spit like a llama
Put thoughts in a tunnel
And see that shit through
With my vision
Want the pack
Come around and come get it
Sold out in a day
Hit the safe
Yea I stay with precision
These hoes try to blame you
And shame you
And post on they page
Mane forget it
I can't entertain
I'm keeping it real
With da gang
I'm neva gon change
Just wait till they start to complain
You can see me in
Denver
I shipped out a bow
And went back to sum
Evil ass thoughts to this
Told my momma
I'm back
Used to have me a Jeep
I was creepin
To see how them hallows hit
Now they feelin my flow
Told me keep droppin mo
But believe me
I really got harder shit
Had to play this bitch back
And get right back on track
I'm the goat
Enough of the arguments
Wanna trip straight to Cali
I shipped off da Tesla
Back in it I'm showing my ass off
Millionaire dollar ahh boy
Took his ho on a date
Ate that hoe like a pear
Like I'm Rick Ross
See really I stayed to myself
And sat back and watched business
While niggas was trippin
And my momma be stuntin
Pink and green in her blood
She more presidential
Than the Clintons
Denver
I shipped out a bow
And went back to sum
Evil ass thoughts to this
Told my momma
I'm back
Used to have me a Jeep
I was creepin
To see how them hallows hit
Now they feelin my flow
Told me keep droppin mo
But believe me
I really got harder shit
Had to play this bitch back
And get right back on track
I'm the goat
Enough of the arguments
Wanna trip straight to Cali
I shipped off da Tesla
Back in it I'm showing my ass off
Millionaire dollar ahh boy
Took his ho on a date
Ate that hoe like a pear
Like I'm Rick Ross
See really I stayed to myself
And sat back and watched business
While niggas was trippin
And my momma be stuntin
Pink and green in her blood
She more presidential
Than the Clintons
If I told you I loved you
I meant it for real
But really only for the minute
And I really be itching
And hurting inside
But not like niggas in they feelings
Cause I'm too close to home
And I want my own throne
I gotta make it outta Memphis
You a fool if you tryna act hard
You really ain't pimpin
I slide on yo bitch like a Philly
Aye za pack to da face
Birch wood on da Drac
You gotta know this shit expensive
I don't condone in beefing with niggas
Cause my watch and mind it's neva not ticking
You niggas ain't buying
Not getting what I'm getting
No need for the sorry
Just be more specific
When I'm up in traffic
Ain't no competition
I wasn't gon do it
But the yerk got me itching
Aye, off the dome
Boy, I spit like a llama
Put thoughts in a tunnel
And see that shit through
With my vision
Want the pack
Come around and come get it
Sold out in a day
Hit the safe
Yea I stay with precision
These hoes try to blame you
And shame you
And post on they page
Mane forget it
I can't entertain
I'm keeping it real
With da gang
I'm neva gon change
Just wait till they start to complain
You can see me in
Denver
I shipped out a bow
And went back to sum
Evil ass thoughts to this
Told my momma
I'm back
Used to have me a Jeep
I was creepin
To see how them hallows hit
Now they feelin my flow
Told me keep droppin mo
But believe me
I really got harder shit
Had to play this bitch back
And get right back on track
I'm the goat
Enough of the arguments
Wanna trip straight to Cali
I shipped off da Tesla
Back in it I'm showing my ass off
Millionaire dollar ahh boy
Took his ho on a date
Ate that hoe like a pear
Like I'm Rick Ross
See really I stayed to myself
And sat back and watched business
While niggas was trippin
And my momma be stuntin
Pink and green in her blood
She more presidential
Than the Clintons
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Writer(s): Braxton Boyd
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