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That's what you heard? Alright, nigga, you seen me call you, nigga No, you didn't, bruh Know you seen me callin', boy, stop playin' You ain't call me, pussy You ain't call me, bruh, don't do me like that, bruh For real, bruh If a nigga with me, I got a hundred thousand they gon' rock for Huh, whew, uh, huh Huh, I'm still showin' y'all niggas how to make that cheese and shoot that shit Huh, showin' these industry rappers there's still gangsters around this bitch The hood was dry, I got that check and upgraded all the sticks Huh, know you heard of me, I'm the young nigga that get your shooter hit Three hundred thousand in the bag, won't post it Huh, come through, pussy, I'm posted I ain't gotta ask no nigga for shit Millionaire Fox, pussy, I'm loaded I ain't got gotta ask no nigga for shit Eight cars in my name, I'm loaded I ain't gotta pay for no fuckin' security, my whole block on my shoulders 'Member smokin' and freestylin' with my niggas, now I'm fuckin' global Huh, nigga laughed at me, look at me now, shit, I told him Huh, four hundred on ice, I did, let's do it Bought some more ice, I did it Huh, changed my mama's, and helped my nigga's fuckin' life, I did it Every time I look in the mirror, I'm like, "Yeah, I did it" (yeah, I did it) Every time I look at my wrist, I'm like, "Yeah, I did it" (yeah, I did it) Every time I look at my bitch, I'm like, "Yeah, I did it" (Sosa baby) Every time I look at my whips, I'm like, "Yeah, I did it" (yeah, I did it) Now I'm voice of the trenches, uh We ain't savin' bitches, uh Thousand eight grams in the pot, yeah, I just raised the chicken (yeah, I just raised the chicken) I'ma shoot my fuckin' clip, 'til Jayson Tatum in it ('til Jayson Tatum in it) And I just broke the bank (I just broke the bank) I need another safe (I need another safe) Hrrt, walk him down, he need another face (he need another face) Did three shows back-to-back, I made like 90K (made like 90K) Real cash getter (real cash getter), motion havin' ass nigga (motion-havin' ass nigga) I'm a Rick Owen wearin', Maybach drivin' ass nigga (Maybach drivin' ass nigga) A hundred grand nights (a hundred grand nights), first class flights (first class flights) Went and bought my own shit, this ain't my man ice (this ain't my man ice) And I just stopped at Citizen's, picked one-fifty up (picked one-fifty up) You wan' describe me in four words? Sosa rich as fuck (Sosa rich as fuck) Left pocket, right pocket, shit on Fat Joe (shit on Fat Joe) When you pull up, Maybach truck, she won't tell you no (she won't tell you no) Uh-huh, always keep that flame, Sosa Hellboy (Sosa Hellboy) Biggest house on my block, Uncle Elroy Huh, whew, uh, huh Huh, I'm still showin' y'all niggas how to make that cheese and shoot that shit Huh, showin' these industry rappers there's still gangsters around this bitch The hood was dry, I got that check and upgraded all the sticks Huh, know you heard of me, I'm the young nigga that get your shooter hit Three hundred thousand in the bag, won't post it Huh, come through, pussy, I'm posted I ain't gotta ask no nigga for shit Millionaire Fox, pussy, I'm loaded I ain't got gotta ask no nigga for shit Eight cars in my name, I'm loaded I ain't gotta pay for no fuckin' security, my whole block on my shoulders
Writer(s): Cavon Paige Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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