Way Too Young
Now watch me how I kill it
Im about to kill it
Now watch me how i kill it
And i know y'all gone feel it
I ain't looking for a deal
I'm tryna be the dealer
What you looking at is real
And if you real i look familiar
I'm like mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the greatest of them all
Money mal, money calls
You know i gotta be involved
Even if i be in drawers
I'm hopping out quick
No excuses necessary
She know what I'm bout bitch
So much I can't count it
I need an accountant
And another bitch on the side
Just to count it
Work to friday
Lets get smokey in this bitch
Back to back I'm blowin o's
I'm always rollin up a spliff
And there is always a bitch
Always blowin me a kiss
And she's looking at my wrist
While I'm holding on my
No my clothes aint tight, they fit
I'm appealing to ya chick
So i could give a shit
What a persons lips read
I've been real since doo rags & white tees
I've been real since doo rags & white tees
Ok I'm back with a whole lotta raps
A little bit of money & a whole lotta swag
You niggas need flow i got it in the bag
Ima donate some y'all niggas look sad
Whole buncha bums y'all niggas look mad
Why y'all niggas blonde, do you know you niggas black
Next its gon be blue contacts
Good good god damn these niggas whack
I can't stand it but dammit
This is probably how they planned it
Soon as a real nigga hit the room watch em vanish
The black david blaine im makin paper appear
A lot of niggas lame thats why their ladies in here
New money nigga listen, sour d prescription
Got a cup filled up with cru n lean
Thats probably why I'm trippin
Don't worry how I'm livin
Im greedy im not givin
Lord forgive me for my sinnin
I admitted i aint finished
I aint finished, i aint finished
I aint finished, i aint finished
I aint finished, i aint finished
Came in this bitch with one intention
Get money thats the mission
Fuck bitches, get more riches
Backhand strong from all this pimpin
I hope y'all niggas listening
Pay very close attention
Pay very close attention
Now watch me how I kill it
I'm about to kill it
Now watch me how i kill it
And i know y'all gone feel it
End
Im about to kill it
Now watch me how i kill it
And i know y'all gone feel it
I ain't looking for a deal
I'm tryna be the dealer
What you looking at is real
And if you real i look familiar
I'm like mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the greatest of them all
Money mal, money calls
You know i gotta be involved
Even if i be in drawers
I'm hopping out quick
No excuses necessary
She know what I'm bout bitch
So much I can't count it
I need an accountant
And another bitch on the side
Just to count it
Work to friday
Lets get smokey in this bitch
Back to back I'm blowin o's
I'm always rollin up a spliff
And there is always a bitch
Always blowin me a kiss
And she's looking at my wrist
While I'm holding on my
No my clothes aint tight, they fit
I'm appealing to ya chick
So i could give a shit
What a persons lips read
I've been real since doo rags & white tees
I've been real since doo rags & white tees
Ok I'm back with a whole lotta raps
A little bit of money & a whole lotta swag
You niggas need flow i got it in the bag
Ima donate some y'all niggas look sad
Whole buncha bums y'all niggas look mad
Why y'all niggas blonde, do you know you niggas black
Next its gon be blue contacts
Good good god damn these niggas whack
I can't stand it but dammit
This is probably how they planned it
Soon as a real nigga hit the room watch em vanish
The black david blaine im makin paper appear
A lot of niggas lame thats why their ladies in here
New money nigga listen, sour d prescription
Got a cup filled up with cru n lean
Thats probably why I'm trippin
Don't worry how I'm livin
Im greedy im not givin
Lord forgive me for my sinnin
I admitted i aint finished
I aint finished, i aint finished
I aint finished, i aint finished
I aint finished, i aint finished
Came in this bitch with one intention
Get money thats the mission
Fuck bitches, get more riches
Backhand strong from all this pimpin
I hope y'all niggas listening
Pay very close attention
Pay very close attention
Now watch me how I kill it
I'm about to kill it
Now watch me how i kill it
And i know y'all gone feel it
End
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Writer(s): Dustin Musser, Dylan Michael Lewman
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