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Lil Tjay
Lil Tjay
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Jay Bunkin
Jay Bunkin
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Tione Merritt
Tione Merritt
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Jay Bunkin
Jay Bunkin
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Randy Urbanski
Randy Urbanski
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Bordeaux
Bordeaux
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Eric Lagg
Eric Lagg
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Jay Bunkin I catch a lick then I head outta town, if I wanna be low, I'm unreachable Bro catch a hit when we goin', it's mission forever, that shit is unspeakable This shit be told, I ain't teachin' you Niggas ain't solid, I swear this shit preachable Boy, ain't no hidin', we seekin' you Pull right up on you, we see you like Peekaboo I won't ever fear no man, I'll do exactly what he could do Just crashed that Porsche but that shit ain't 'bout nothin' I'm still on the highway, I'm speedin' through For Christmas, I'm coppin' the vehicle If you want static, just keep that shit me and you Talk Smelly, that shit RIP-able Don't want a hammer, young niggas compete with you And I got the gang with me now, tonight is a movie I'm sippin' on Henny, it's blunts in the air, I'm tight, feelin' woozy And shawty, she type, lookin' fine, she fake, tried to scoop me I'm rockin' designer, you see what he wearin', he drivin' a hoopty Money comin' in and I'm loopy, in the spot with the D'USSÉ Brokest tried to hit a dance but a nigga can't, got 'em lookin' bougie Glizzy, got it in my pants, I don't give a damn, let a nigga poof me Sour high where the roof be, three-car garage, where the coupe be Got this shit up on my own, big crib, mad rooms, different zone Just talked to brodie on the phone, he said he soon comin' home Remember sittin' in a cold cell, it was dark, I was all alone Now I'm shittin' on the whole world I've been workin' hard, puttin' on (grrt, grrt-grrt, bah, bah, bah) Oh well, oh well (grrrt) Oh well, oh well (gang, stupid) Oh well, oh well (well) Oh well, oh well (gang, gang) Oh well, oh well (gang) Oh well, oh well (gang, gang) Oh well, oh well (gang, gang) Oh well, oh well (gang, gang, gang, grrt, boom, boom) Shi-shit, shit-shit (bah, bah) Shit, I'ma get in my bag Big rocks and the VVS, I know niggas just watch and they mad Niggas, they watch and they sad I had to dash, two hundred, got it in cash the other day I put that shit in the safe, use it to pay, might cop an AP today I pick the jewels up (jewels up), clean wrist, got a double watch (double watch) I used to juug all day, 'member trappin', I love the block You say you my homie, don't care if you gang And that mean you don't fuck with opps My youngins out buggin', they bussin' chops RIP to your homie but nothin' stops Shit gon' keep goin' and goin', swear it's no change Youngins chillin' on the blocks with a Glock, shit real, there ain't no games No fear, let the chains swang, you were right, ain't know the gang-gang From a block where they bang-bang From a block where they bang-bang Money comin', get it fast, put it in the stash, budget how I maintain Feel like coppin' out a Range, Range, Escalade, that's a game thing Flooded out, not a Plain Jane Five cases from the stain game Came a long, long way, long, long way, I just let the pain sing It's my time, I'm ownin' it now (now) And sure, I been shuttin' it down (down) Been drippin' so much, I might drown (drown) I been whippin' and runnin' the town I'm sorry, can't fuck with no clown Oh, niggas be playin' around 'Cause I gotta get me a bag, oh Niggas just sit down and frown (go) (grrt, grrt-grrt, bah, bah, bah) Oh well, oh well (grrrt) Oh well, oh well (gang, stupid) Oh well, oh well (well) Oh well, oh well (gang, gang) Oh well, oh well (gang) Oh well, oh well (gang, gang) Oh well, oh well (gang, gang) Oh well, oh well (gang, gang, gang, gang, grrt, grrt, boom, boom) (Oh well, oh well, oh well)
Writer(s): Tione Merritt, Jacquize Buford Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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