Lyrics

Basically everyone asking do I got a classic I'm dropping another one this year Niggas do well under pressure But I'm bringing pressure I'm bout to go dumb or sum this year Ballin like T Mac in '04 when he played for Magic The #1 gun I'm in 10th gear Niggas still tryna be gang but lil nigga you random And nigga we know that you big weird Whole lotta gear Whole lotta Whole lotta ammo Navy seal boys all camo Playin' the piano Sosa still playing in my Lambo Feeling Trap Soul goin' Rambo You nerdy ass geeky ass niggas They talking that shit on the mac while we up in the bando Living rent free in yo head while I'm eating my snacks And I'm fuckin yo bitch in my sandals These niggas they weird as a bitch I just told lil bro we don't fuck with they kind I ain't answering These rappin ass niggas keep hitting me asking for features But brodie this shit is unflattering Got a big headed bitch she imagining Stats too high this shit is staggering Walk thru mute the fuckin chattering Tool go gratta-ta end his fucking gathering I took a chill pill I'm feeling amazing Smoking so loud I'm a regular patient Moving around with a glock like the Matrix Please watch what you say Cause this shit can get dangerous Okay this choppa don't miss it ain't aimless Aye lil brodie chill out boy it's hella surveillance Smoking on gas Big pack in a spaceship I'm that nigga this year I'm just making a statement Woah Basically everyone asking do I got a classic I'm dropping another one this year Niggas do well under pressure But I'm bringing pressure I'm bout to go dumb or sum this year Ballin like T Mac in '04 when he played for Magic The #1 gun I'm in 10th gear Niggas still tryna be gang but lil nigga you random And nigga we know that you big weird I'm too rich Clearly girl I'm too sick Woke up mad tryna get him hit Fuck that talking nigga what's his zip? Like damn he pissed! Tryna shoot the boy damn he missed! Bought her OnlyFans damn he simped! Finna fuck around and bust my wrist Choppa for lunch bitch we serving up dish Light skin lil bitch tried to suck on my dick I'm exhausted I'm holding a ton my wrist Ksubi jeans got me feeling a hunnit and shit In the party with Poudii we huntin and shit Bought my mama a house having fun with this shit With Lil Frosty and Tomi we blunted and shit Moving in tune when the money make sense Need the front and the back or I ain't coming lil bitch I'm taking off Shit you knew I wouldn't stay I'm still a rockstar I feel it in my veins I asked you voluntary Did you forget that day? Oh yes of course you did That's why I'm MIA Rocket ship in a whole nother space Basically everyone asking do I got a classic I'm dropping another one this year Niggas do well under pressure But I'm bringing pressure I'm bout to go dumb or sum this year Ballin like T Mac in '04 when he played for Magic The #1 gun I'm in 10th gear Niggas still tryna be gang but lil nigga you random And nigga we know that you big weird Whole lotta gear Whole lotta Whole lotta ammo Navy seal boys all camo Playin' the piano Sosa still playing in my Lambo Feeling Trap Soul goin' Rambo You nerdy ass geeky ass niggas They talking that shit on the mac while we up in the bando Living rent free in yo head while I'm eating my snacks And I'm fuckin yo bitch in my sandals
Writer(s): Daijon Davis, Aiden Anthony Williams, Tyler Maline, Aahil Baghadia Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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