Lyrics
Aye
**** havin' my way
He a Walkdown gang, If he walk this way I'll make his ass walk away
AMG drivin this bitch like a trackHawk, Turned on the lights but I got away
I bought the teeth then bought a chain, Hit harder when I came Cartier
I used to rock my partna's J
Baby dracs and ARP's, they hit harder than some drums
Still free Ky he doing time, Broke a ATM really one of them ones
I got lit off $800 claims, I was calling the bank and they giving me funds
All I know is claims but I can still get you a Bol like I play for the Suns
Like it's Popeyes keep a drum
Skippin stop signs tryna run
Better not sign, Need a M still independent I ain't dumb
He has his "Uh" and went out sad like why the fuck you got a
He had his pole and he ain't blow it like, Why the fuck you got a gun
****, Fuck all the opps cause we the opps
We got like 4 hats on our side but I used to dance so I don't get no props
****, All I run with is them slimes but that backdoor been unlocked
I ain't even rap in like 6 months, every label begging me to drop
Cmon'
Let's do it
Keep bringin them **** around, I'm a be the first one to slime em out
Told my bitch find Chase and BOA, What the fuck I'm a do with a Chime account
Too many bowls on my plate, I'm dining out
We tryna wet up they crib then dry it out
I got some OT hoes tryna come to the D, My A&R gon' fly em out
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Written by: Sean O Imolehin

