Dont Tuck
I swear, I've been trying to get back to myself
My fye on my hip, I don't know you that well
I got racks in this bitch and I know you could tell
Since I came out my momma, I been givin' hell
I learned how to count 'fore I learned how to spell
Free all my dogs put up in the cell
I let my nuts hang, I don't tuck in my tail— (DJ Banned)
First of all, Big Emm, what the fuck wrong with you dog?
Heh
Ay, Tony slow down or else I'ma burn yo bitch, nigga
I take risks every day, I been tryna get rich
You don't grind you don't shine
My cup full of mud
I think that money a drug
I'm addicted I can't get enough
I gotta go get it
I'm taking them chances just to make a living
I found the money but the roof missing
Buddha on the jean but the shoe Christian
My niggas all holding on no distance
I swear, I've been trying to get back to myself
My fire on my hip, I don't know you that well
I got racks in this bitch and I know you could tell
Since I came out my momma, I been givin' hell
I learned how to count 'fore I learned how to spell
Free all my dogs put up in the cell
I let my nuts hang, I don't tuck in my tail
This the ballad to a life of a real nigga
Polo my body, no Hilfiger
I strike in the trap like a field pitcher
I see you can't see me, my window tinted
My hoe thick as fuck and she independent
I feel like Lil Wayne 'cause the ceiling missing
One thing on my mind is I gotta go get it
I'm riding on, came wit' a ticket
I take risks every day, I been tryna get rich
You don't grind you don't shine
My cup full of mud
I think that money a drug
I'm addicted I can't get enough
I gotta go get it
I'm taking them chances just to make a living
I found the money but the roof missing
Buddha on the jean but the shoe Christian
My niggas all holding on no distance
I swear, I've been trying to get back to myself
My fye on my hip, I don't know you that well
I got racks in this bitch and I know you could tell
Since I came out my momma, I been givin' hell
I learned how to count 'fore I learned how to spell
Free all my dogs put up in the cell
I let my nuts hang, I don't tuck in my tail
My fye on my hip, I don't know you that well
I got racks in this bitch and I know you could tell
Since I came out my momma, I been givin' hell
I learned how to count 'fore I learned how to spell
Free all my dogs put up in the cell
I let my nuts hang, I don't tuck in my tail— (DJ Banned)
First of all, Big Emm, what the fuck wrong with you dog?
Heh
Ay, Tony slow down or else I'ma burn yo bitch, nigga
I take risks every day, I been tryna get rich
You don't grind you don't shine
My cup full of mud
I think that money a drug
I'm addicted I can't get enough
I gotta go get it
I'm taking them chances just to make a living
I found the money but the roof missing
Buddha on the jean but the shoe Christian
My niggas all holding on no distance
I swear, I've been trying to get back to myself
My fire on my hip, I don't know you that well
I got racks in this bitch and I know you could tell
Since I came out my momma, I been givin' hell
I learned how to count 'fore I learned how to spell
Free all my dogs put up in the cell
I let my nuts hang, I don't tuck in my tail
This the ballad to a life of a real nigga
Polo my body, no Hilfiger
I strike in the trap like a field pitcher
I see you can't see me, my window tinted
My hoe thick as fuck and she independent
I feel like Lil Wayne 'cause the ceiling missing
One thing on my mind is I gotta go get it
I'm riding on, came wit' a ticket
I take risks every day, I been tryna get rich
You don't grind you don't shine
My cup full of mud
I think that money a drug
I'm addicted I can't get enough
I gotta go get it
I'm taking them chances just to make a living
I found the money but the roof missing
Buddha on the jean but the shoe Christian
My niggas all holding on no distance
I swear, I've been trying to get back to myself
My fye on my hip, I don't know you that well
I got racks in this bitch and I know you could tell
Since I came out my momma, I been givin' hell
I learned how to count 'fore I learned how to spell
Free all my dogs put up in the cell
I let my nuts hang, I don't tuck in my tail
Credits
Writer(s): Carrington Wilson, Mark N Williams
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