SHIT!
Okay
GG Tef Yeah
Aye uh shit uh look
Feel like two-three man I'm having and jazzing
Feel like Hugh Hef, This bitch badder than average
She all for the Bucks she don't play for the Mavericks
Uh Shit Uh look
But she know I got plays from New York Down to Dallas
Don't try me, I'm down to move malice
Feel like a king sipping Wock out a chalice
Uh Shit
Feel like a demon but I make my momma the proudest
Moving in silence like G's, don't doubt it
I heard that all the weak niggas be the loudest
Huh look
My pockets was empty, I still had to eat
You know nothing about it
Times got hard I locked in I ain't pout
So much problems I can't even count it
Huh
She liking my songs got her feeling the rhythm
Nothing like these niggas I can't get with em
These niggas got the same sound like a riddim
Cooking in the stu I treat it like a kitchen
Bitch bad but she got something missing
I'm in her bed won't find me in her mentions
& she wanna cuff me maybe in another dimension
Shit uh
10 bands in a week now I'm going for 50
Punching I'm punching like Bobby & Whitney
You get you some bread they gone probably envy
Shit uh
My weed expensive you probably go bankrupt
They know I'm busy I ain't tryna link up
Focus on linking you should get your hank up
Shit
I gotta get it and go
I got a P in this bag
Just tryna make space to fit in this pole
Feel like I got to the end of the road
They ain't letting me in imma kick in the door
Shit fuck
They ain't letting me in then I'm whipping a bowl
Aye uh shit uh look
Feel like two-three man I'm having and jazzing
Feel like Hugh Hef, This bitch badder than average
She all for the Bucks she don't play for the Mavericks
Uh Shit Uh look
But she know I got plays from New York Down to Dallas
Don't try me, I'm down to move malice
Feel like a king sipping Wock out a chalice
Uh Shit
Feel like a demon but I make my momma the proudest
Moving in silence like G's, don't doubt it
I heard that all the weak niggas be the loudest
Huh look
My pockets was empty, I still had to eat
You know nothing about it
Times got hard I locked in I ain't pout
So much problems I can't even count it
GG Tef Yeah
Aye uh shit uh look
Feel like two-three man I'm having and jazzing
Feel like Hugh Hef, This bitch badder than average
She all for the Bucks she don't play for the Mavericks
Uh Shit Uh look
But she know I got plays from New York Down to Dallas
Don't try me, I'm down to move malice
Feel like a king sipping Wock out a chalice
Uh Shit
Feel like a demon but I make my momma the proudest
Moving in silence like G's, don't doubt it
I heard that all the weak niggas be the loudest
Huh look
My pockets was empty, I still had to eat
You know nothing about it
Times got hard I locked in I ain't pout
So much problems I can't even count it
Huh
She liking my songs got her feeling the rhythm
Nothing like these niggas I can't get with em
These niggas got the same sound like a riddim
Cooking in the stu I treat it like a kitchen
Bitch bad but she got something missing
I'm in her bed won't find me in her mentions
& she wanna cuff me maybe in another dimension
Shit uh
10 bands in a week now I'm going for 50
Punching I'm punching like Bobby & Whitney
You get you some bread they gone probably envy
Shit uh
My weed expensive you probably go bankrupt
They know I'm busy I ain't tryna link up
Focus on linking you should get your hank up
Shit
I gotta get it and go
I got a P in this bag
Just tryna make space to fit in this pole
Feel like I got to the end of the road
They ain't letting me in imma kick in the door
Shit fuck
They ain't letting me in then I'm whipping a bowl
Aye uh shit uh look
Feel like two-three man I'm having and jazzing
Feel like Hugh Hef, This bitch badder than average
She all for the Bucks she don't play for the Mavericks
Uh Shit Uh look
But she know I got plays from New York Down to Dallas
Don't try me, I'm down to move malice
Feel like a king sipping Wock out a chalice
Uh Shit
Feel like a demon but I make my momma the proudest
Moving in silence like G's, don't doubt it
I heard that all the weak niggas be the loudest
Huh look
My pockets was empty, I still had to eat
You know nothing about it
Times got hard I locked in I ain't pout
So much problems I can't even count it
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Writer(s): Tyler Hall
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