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John Gabbana I'm surrounded by steppers My dog just caught 5, he didn't fold under pressure (Belin be chasin' them bands, boy) Sheesh (It's StardustSZN) I'm all about money, can't go out a junkie Let's go out the country, I love to take chances Tryna be funny, this Glock 40 chunky If you feeling jumpy, I'm not with the antics AMG seats look like a peanut butter sandwich Ramen noodles and bologna, that's a county jail manwhich Good under pressure, don't know how to panic I'm going up and I know they can't stand it Pocket rocket, boy, this bitch gon' do damage Thotty thotty ate my dick like it's salmon Open my mouth, them diamonds get to dancing I'm sharp in this bitch, got me feeling like Shannon They not fucking with me, they don't understand me My life an adventure, like Billy and Mandy I'm gon' touch a million, I put that on granny Ayy, let's take a trip to Miami Been hit once so I tote that ratchet If it's outta reach, I'm lacking .45 make a nigga do gymnastics If I gotta up it, I'ma work my magic Momma, yo' son got a lot of bad habits Bought a Mercedes, woke up then crashed it Break it down, roll it up, puff puff pass it Hit a lick, split it in three then stashed it Now they showing love they wanna ride wave Humbled myself but let me find a bank Had to take a lil' break, I needed time and space My son gotta eat, don't got time to waste Don't need new friends, bitch, don't smile in my face Fuck my P.O. 'cause she tried to build a case Still on probation, hope I don't violate New horse, blue sport, if a nigga wanna race I ain't biting my tongue, let me talk my shit Big boss, Rick Ross, whole lotta big shit One hit, quick fix, new bitch, that's it Catch flights, pipe shit, dick long, nightstick These flawless VVS, so I talk like this Spent a thousand on my jeans, so I walk like this I ain't seen another nigga do it all like this Bitch, I could've went pro the way I ball like this I'm all about money, can't go out a junkie Let's go out the country, I love to take chances Tryna be funny, this Glock 40 chunky If you feeling jumpy, I'm not with the antics AMG seats look like a peanut butter sandwich Ramen noodles and bologna, that's a county jail manwhich Good under pressure, don't know how to panic I'm going up and I know they can't stand it Pocket rocket, boy, this bitch gon' do damage Thotty thotty ate my dick like it's salmon Open my mouth, them diamonds get to dancing I'm sharp in this bitch, got me feeling like Shannon They not fucking with me, they don't understand me My life an adventure, like Billy and Mandy I'm gon' touch a million, I put that on granny Ayy, let's take a trip to Miami
Writer(s): Georgi Kerin, John Hill Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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