No Free Promo
These niggas just caught a lick, they ain't really having motion
I stack them bands times ten, just imagine if I was focused
I pick me up a new hoe in every city I'm in, I'm global
They ain't gon' wanna believe you, you gotta put it in they face and show em
TRX truck, skirt off like a hawk
All these niggas they my sons
I won't allow em out at dark
We used to smoke on the cookie
Now we smoking on some shark
That pussy had me in a choke
But she annoying, just like Bart
Wreck the foreign, I can do it, nigga
Cause I got the title
Everything I'm saying, it be true
Like it's out the bible
If you wanna get geeked, let me know
You know I'll prescribe you
We got handguns with some switches
Nigga, fuck a rifle
It's a different world over here
Baby, we young and turnt
No 9 to 5, I'm clocked in right now
Finna go to work
Ten hoes pulled up on me
They just came in mini skirts
They some Billionaire fans
They gon' do whatever just to model merch
Main bitch, drive a Porsche
Side hoe, drive a Benz
Had em in the Sprinter all night
They was claiming twins
The type of life I'm living
I just can't let anybody in
Ain't no cap up in my rap
You want exotic or you want some bins?
I'm a young, turnt nigga
Girl, I stay with some motion
I brought the whole city out to the club
No promotion
You wanna ball just like me
Well, come on, I can show you
I feel like Bilichek
Baby head coach, niggas know it
I'm a young, turnt nigga
Girl, I stay with some motion
I brought the whole city out to the club
No promotion
You wanna ball just like me
Well, come on, I can show you
I feel like Bilichek
Baby head coach, niggas know it
Bend the foreign on the back street
This car go too fast
Hundred thousand dollar AMG
This ain't no Hellcat
I been beatin my pockets ass
Ain't no cap, but ain't no turning back Spent some racks in the Chrome Hearts store
This ain't no Amiri cap
Whole gang lit
Like we in the 80s, niggas serving crack
Had to double back
On that bitch, her ass super fat
My mama see I'm going up
She say she want a hundred racks
Bet I give it to her times ten
With a bow on that
I was out in college scamming
Wasn't trying to join a frat
Bad bitches stay away from you
You like repellent, jack
Ain't no money over there
She say she love it here
That's a fact
Feeling just like EST Gee
I promise I'ma get my lick back
I stack them bands times ten, just imagine if I was focused
I pick me up a new hoe in every city I'm in, I'm global
They ain't gon' wanna believe you, you gotta put it in they face and show em
TRX truck, skirt off like a hawk
All these niggas they my sons
I won't allow em out at dark
We used to smoke on the cookie
Now we smoking on some shark
That pussy had me in a choke
But she annoying, just like Bart
Wreck the foreign, I can do it, nigga
Cause I got the title
Everything I'm saying, it be true
Like it's out the bible
If you wanna get geeked, let me know
You know I'll prescribe you
We got handguns with some switches
Nigga, fuck a rifle
It's a different world over here
Baby, we young and turnt
No 9 to 5, I'm clocked in right now
Finna go to work
Ten hoes pulled up on me
They just came in mini skirts
They some Billionaire fans
They gon' do whatever just to model merch
Main bitch, drive a Porsche
Side hoe, drive a Benz
Had em in the Sprinter all night
They was claiming twins
The type of life I'm living
I just can't let anybody in
Ain't no cap up in my rap
You want exotic or you want some bins?
I'm a young, turnt nigga
Girl, I stay with some motion
I brought the whole city out to the club
No promotion
You wanna ball just like me
Well, come on, I can show you
I feel like Bilichek
Baby head coach, niggas know it
I'm a young, turnt nigga
Girl, I stay with some motion
I brought the whole city out to the club
No promotion
You wanna ball just like me
Well, come on, I can show you
I feel like Bilichek
Baby head coach, niggas know it
Bend the foreign on the back street
This car go too fast
Hundred thousand dollar AMG
This ain't no Hellcat
I been beatin my pockets ass
Ain't no cap, but ain't no turning back Spent some racks in the Chrome Hearts store
This ain't no Amiri cap
Whole gang lit
Like we in the 80s, niggas serving crack
Had to double back
On that bitch, her ass super fat
My mama see I'm going up
She say she want a hundred racks
Bet I give it to her times ten
With a bow on that
I was out in college scamming
Wasn't trying to join a frat
Bad bitches stay away from you
You like repellent, jack
Ain't no money over there
She say she love it here
That's a fact
Feeling just like EST Gee
I promise I'ma get my lick back
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Writer(s): Chris Ogunnowo
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