歌詞
Say it's my time
Say I'm gonna shine
Boa
Ahp
I'm poppin my shit
That boy sweet put ass on a lick
Walk around with that fye on my hip
Switching lanes tryna dodge all the wig
Came str8 from the bottom no Kidd
I just dealt a whole pain for this shit
Tryna flood the whole gang in this bitch
No hands had to take me a risk
I just came in the game with the big homie
I'm a man of my word ain't no cap on me
Under oath I bet I'll lie homie
Ian a killer but you better not try nun
Ik a few scammer that will swipe some
In her stomach she thought I wan bout nun
Ima stand on my word when I talk some
Ian seen it or dealt it Ian gone speak on it
Switch up these lanes
Gotta keep going hard
To the fullest
He a lil boy tryna act like a bully
She a lil hotty
Tryna get next to her
Run up the profit
And store it like food
I'm a mission
I never lose focus
He on a hype
I'm never gone show out
She got a dream tryna invest in her product
Living my dream an pray for tomorrow
Run a bag for the summer
Get the money and Store it for winter
Me and the gang ride round in a sprinter
All black tint type shit you can't see out
A nigga try me whole gang gone see bout ya
Straight to the top hope the bottom done creep on me
Running through problems like Ian got no standard
Never in the mix try to keep to myself
I'm poppin my shit
That boy sweet out ass on a lick
Walk around with that fye you on my hip
Switching lanes tryna dodge all the wigs
Came str8 from the bottom no Kidd
I just dealt a whole pain for this shit
Tryna flood the whole gang in this bitch
No hands had to take me a risk
Ya ya
I'm back on another
Doing this shit with no problem
Fuck the pandemic
Tryna get me some commas
Didn't have shit
Had to grind from the bottom
I ran it up put on for my Patnas
Ain't talking money get the fuck from around
Tryna blow up like I'm made from osama
Running through bags like I working at Walmart
The tip come with green but they ain't come from target
Tryna dodge all the fakers
And run up this paper
Shawty a 9 I'm the 1 that gone save her
My bitch want a jeep time to wrangle the paper
Humble young nigga show love to my haters
King of my city real known in my area
AHead of the game like the #1 player
Savage up in her she got 21 flavors
Want a big house that come with some acres
Im on my shit
Straight to the top
Still Hoping and wishing
Keep taking shot
Had to curry my wrist
1 of a kind it ain't nothing like this
Ima keep scoring just hope I don't miss
Back of back had to take me some risk
Never gone stop gotta keep dropping hits
Down on my ass still pray I get rich
Knowing I'm never gone quit
I'm poppin my shit
That boy sweet out ass on a lick
Walk around with that fye you on my hip
Switching lanes tryna dodge all the wigs
Came straight from the bottom no Kidd
I just dealt a whole pain for this shit
Tryna flood the whole gang in this bitch
No hands had to take me a risk
Writer(s): Franklin Davis
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com