Letra

Fuck it I think we the shyt Look wit my neck wrist Not trynna flex we do this Feelin so blessed we won't miss nah Up in the jet heavy mist in the air gotta hurry So many memories We need a journal The sunshine's but I'm nocturnal Young niggas on this life journey Told pops don't worry We got it prolly from our uncle On some pimp shyt we did it wit funk They thought we got it all from the luck Rollie got dirty Now all I can do is chuckle Fuck gettin buck we got bucks Young niggas givin no fucks Bout shyt man gettin bread is must we just need the butter yeah a nigga don't want the crust I know who my Brothas are we been through this stuff Get some grabba when I'm bored & roll a chicken that's a blunt And we got the old heads tellin us we some niggas wit funk If they hate we don't give a fuck Pacin to the top these niggas they racin Crazy as I do more I get lazier Man we started in the basement It was Such a big world trynna a placement Now we Up in Greece underground I'm amazed n Versace staring me down face to face That's Medusa head full of snakes Might go to Cuba just to escape this shyt My stones wit me not talkin ancient Uh we shyt Fuck it I think we the shyt Look wit my neck wrist Not trynna flex we do this Feelin so blessed we won't miss nah Up in the jet heavy mist in the air gotta hurry So many memories We need a journal The sunshine's but I'm nocturnal Young niggas on this life journey Told pops don't worry We got it prolly from our uncle On some pimp shyt we did it wit funk They thought we got it all from the luck Rollie got dirty Now all I can do is chuckle Fuck gettin buck we got bucks Young niggas givin no fucks Cause we never did Gotta keep pushing we pushing twins Switching ozone's cause we lighting shit People complain when we out here piping shit up Get excited bitch Shake that shit split that shit wind shit up Baby these diamonds be biting shit up Niggas keep watching since you crept up When we exit we leave with no hassle so Don't worry bout us we slidin we slide Fill the passport so fast at the embassy knowing our face They giving high fives If we keep this shit up we praying for Grammies n things so let us pass by We locked in forever you niggas don't fit in the schedule Fuck it I think we the shyt Look wit my neck wrist Not trynna flex we do this Feelin so blessed we won't miss nah Up in the jet heavy mist in the air gotta hurry So many memories We need a journal The sunshine's but I'm nocturnal Young niggas on this life journey Told pops don't worry We got it prolly from our uncle On some pimp shyt we did it wit funk They thought we got it all from the luck Rollie got dirty Now all I can do is chuckle Fuck gettin buck we got bucks Young niggas givin no fucks
Writer(s): Mateo Bowles, Ayleo Bowles, Keyshawn Butler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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