Lyrics

Yeah, what up, 22 Take a ride with the G.O.A.T one time Aye, 22 Uh ugh (Meech) Aye, my bitch blowing up my phone now let me tell the truth I don't know if she my bitch, I don't know what she do Everytime it's in my hands, shit it gotta move If niggas pulled up on you shooting you wouldn't know what to do Single lion in this world, I don't need nobody (so) I made a promise to my sister I'ma be somebody (yeah) You can have yo' bitch back, she need somebody (yeah) I was busy stacking blues when y'all couldn't find me I don't hang around you niggas, we don't think the same (no) Young nappy head nigga, gold on his frames (yeah) Stopped picking up my phone, niggas say I changed Nigga get yo' scale dirty before you say my name (boy) Made so much yesterday, in the car I prayed (yeah) This a M on my buckle, M's on my brain On my soul I really do it, punk stay in yo lane You ask a nigga for a favor, they forget yo' name I'll spit on yo' big homie, I ain't got one You lil' niggas talking 'bout guns, I really got them Yo mans been down for too long, somebody spot him A lotta money in my pocket, I went out & got some It ain't a rule I won't break, risk I won't take You putting yo' feelings in a bitch, boy that's a heartbreak (don't do it) And this Moschino that I'm wearing came from Italy (aye) It's a 4 in my drank, shark on my face (yeah) Aye, now these hoes be fucking everybody She mad at me cuz I ain't text back, like I care about her Drive a distance for the money 'cause I care about it Punch a nigga in his mouth, knock the stare up out him Up early with the birds, I need every dollar (aye) Told my son I'm getting a mansion for him & his momma But if I find a Latino she gone have my daughter You wanna find a cheaper price go a little farther We get 4 48's for that good bargain Wearing clothes you can't afford, it make me a target I don't deal with relatives, family you walking Even in the nose bleeds you can see me balling Louis bag on my bitch, it can hold a doggie (yeah) I'm the leader of the mob, you can call me Pauly I can't even go shopping, too much in my closet I got a roll on me now in my billionaire joggers Nigga, I'm the man where I'm from Screws loose in my head, I leave hoes hot lumps You get questioned in that room, boy you better play dumb A couple bitches love me, I don't care about one, nigga 22!
Writer(s): Jaelin Parker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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