Ready to go can’t wait for the drop
Two fifty for the o man this sh#t don’t stop
Would she love a n#gg# if I didn’t have knots?
Probably not but these hoes all on my jock
These n#gg#s not up on the block
When you gone drop that sh#t too hot
When I drop that sh#t gone be at the top
Only took two years just to f#ck up the game
On god it was part of the plot
Depression it wasn’t for nothing
I look at the stats and my sh#t pop
And yo sh#t not you wish it was
Bro got dots and he got slugs
I got drinks I got drugs
I got smoke I got buzz
Yeah we balling just because
Don’t got no trust
Get whacked if you move wrong
Ok she like my songs
Ok like baby get on
Ok like baby get on
Bro still trying to pour a deuce in a Fanta
Camе with the hoes I’m feeling like Santa
I got thеm all serving Hannah Montana
Slide with a ape and he came with bananas
Make a mistake then you in a jammer
I can’t wait my timing on Hammer
Bro carry a Glock he don’t care about the slammer
Shooting that pile he don’t care about the camera
n#gg# be funny, uh Adam Sandler
Get on yo knees baby I demand ya
Walk in this b#tch and they know I’m commander
Came outside and he turned to a camper
I had some friends do me dirty like hamper
Look at my heart it’s as black as a panther
Smoking bamboo getting right with the pandas
{Verse 3〉
Blunt too big can’t pass that j
Smoking all my feelings away
I’m hoping that you do not get in the way
She call me like what are you doing today
None, I’m just stunting I got the green I keep running
Bro got a gun not fun
Bae what do you want
Bae what do you want
At the top can’t do no wrong these n#gg#s know all my songs
Been at this sh#t so long
I told that b#tch so long
I told my clique hold on
Hold on hold on
Talk tough but I know he won’t do it
Had the bag but I know that he blew it
Seen the bag and I’m still running to it
I get the money off of making music
I get the money watch how I do it do it do it
They on to the trap gotta switch location
Bro got a shooter that n#gg# impatient
He moving the pills like he serving a patient
They calling my phone tell me I’m a sensation
I want the fortune I’m tired of waiting
Off of the drugs my mind decaying
All on my phone they lying and hating
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