Lyrics

We came through the Bronx Home run they think we're with the Yankees Raw Paper championship ring I got it on my pinky If you don't see Luh Tyler then the Kosher n---a quite frankly Trap done went and ran them racks up he just was dressin janky I'm in the booth me and Trap on that gas man this shit stank Got yo bitch in here and she throwin' ass he keep sayin' spank me These n---a they ain't tryna get no bag I don know what they think N---a I ain't tryna make no friendships cause they get to sinking Hopping out on feet Passion Pit I Take a walk Machine gun stay by my side like I'm Megan Fox Them boys playin' air guitar bitch I really rock Spody and luh jojo in the cut That's a butchers block I'm with Luh Tyler no Creator of Future turning bright Under my shirt that shining armor only hitting licks at night That's a dog fight breaking that shit up like Dana White Jew's name was Mike Cook he let me cook and pass the mic Jitterbug jittery I aint buggin' they some lice Long nights up in that yota I had to make a sacrifice They disrespected til they saw I blew up now they actin right We be shinin' bright The opps mad flexing moissanite My side bih from Brooklyn, pull up from that 3 Hit the net another booking N---as mannhattin' quit cappin' for we hook them Don't understand why they hatin' on my chances when I took them All them hoes on my roster so bad but I don't whoop them All my n---a doin good but all my bitches bad Man I swear these hoes be for the team and they be getting passed See you ran you up a lil cash but that ain't finna last I be staying in my lane and I ain't nothing like you n---a Man my n---a he insane, he got a button on his pistol I hit that n---a bitch like it's nothing bet he miss her I just jumped up on a mic and I took off l missle I'm a big dog to you n----s bet they call me mister Can't get your bitch off me she see these diamonds and these crystals I'm a snap any time you put me on the instrumental Look at my neck that bitch on froze It get cold like December Believe what you see not what you heard cause it ain't in vain Twenty five thousand grams of swappery I zoe'd the strain Think my Cali bih been tryna go skiing cause of tyler chain 25 aint gon make the cut for that Johnny Dang I could show you how to make the ends meet if it ain't circulation You gon have to really lock in use your concentration If a n---a say he run Deerfield that's exaggeration Ski done beat that hat bout the Z he ain't even hatian Pat told me stay from around a trick he ain't Odell Cash rules everything around me like the Carvel Amy Winehouse I'm sippin cherry in the motel Sir smoke a lot a lot of opps Half-baked Dave Chappele Speedin to that cheese in Saint Pete but I'm not rushin Woot da woo just slid to pine tree with a baker's dozen He was stretching shit before the fame like he Danny Duncan Catch em outback and imma fry em that's a bloomin onion
Writer(s): Benjamin Landy Pavlon, Lamar Alexidor, Patterson Menard, Tyler Meeks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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