Lyrics

YBG It's time to treat my hustle like Jenga I'm taking out the middle man Bitch I'm going all in like Nip plan Yall was waiting on a fien but ya shit blam My shit potent make em lean like a kick stand It's no limit, I slid on the beat like silk ain't it a socker Skill & his will elite bet he'll prosper Build till it feels complete, nobody stops us This is not luck Out the dirt, but still in the weeds wit it I'm talking to the inner city, cuz we get it I'm sleek with it, I rap like a speech in it And my team we winning, no weak link is in it facts Prolly riding with a baddie, in a cope AC in my car seats, I'm sitting cool Weak bitches tryna kick it, they get the boot And funny niggas try angles, we not acute This not a fluke, my success gotta timing loop You tryna dup, hang it up imma tie the Noose Outta school I transitioned & got a suit But not a fool the tool tucked and I will Shhhhh... huh Fill in the blank, these hollow tips you ain't feeling no blank Waka went to school but we still in the paint And I got a clean record but I still ain't no saint I... I grind I grind Never will it stop for a hater call one time I might hit the Za just to free my mind And every time it's dark imma street light shine word
Writer(s): Joshua Clancy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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