Lyrics

I been through trials, I been through tribulations Yeah my brother man, it just takes patience Yeah, these niggas they playing like cadence Went through times where my pockets look vacant Fuck around in the booth, man I go super-Saiyan And this is my time, no my nigga I ain't playin This is my time, no my nigga I ain't playin, ye So I hadda switch it up, nah My sleeza keep it tucked, nah I said my sleeza keep it tucked, nah Smoke like a bong, smoke like a swisha When bro drillin', deuce deuce or the Nina Bad bitch twerking, look like Mona Lisa I can take a flight, take a trip to Ibiza Spanish bitch working but she need a Visa Shaking that ass man that bitch is a skeezer Look at my wrist yeah I call it time freezer, nah (Mhm-Mhm) I told my crodie that I'm on a mission I'm just tryna ball like I'm Scotty Pippen My nigga locked up in the feds doin 7 He shooting them shots, nigga, call him Ovechkin Call him Ovechkin, fucked on a girl and her best friend Fuck around in the booth 9am to 11 Drippin' too hard you don't fit in my section Mike amiri be the drip Gucci down to my kicks, na na Drippin', drippin' too hard, lil baby I'm a star na na Lil baby Ima star Lil baby I'm a star na-na Lil baby I'm a star Lil baby I'm a star Lil baby I'm a star (Baby I'm a star, Stenno, yeah) Hadda go OT just to change my life, aye I ain't coming home till my pockets look right, yeah Like my pockets looking same way I like my wife, thick Bro comin' up with that slime shit (slatt) You ain't ever seen nothing like this My bro, wipe your nose, that's some slime shit I got some real niggas inside for this Yea I got some real niggas doing time for this Yeah my aim be like Fiji, I be moving hella Kizi If you see me on your block, then you better move neatly Cuz I'm with some real demons, and they not so friendly I tell em to shoot, they gon' shoot till its empty I'm smoking the opps, we don't talk bout no demi Cuz I'm for the cheddar, so it could get deadly, yeah Yeah, It could get deadly yeah; I got my strap so you know that I'm ready yeah If I see an opp imma hit that Run a nigga down, break em' down, make em' snap like a kit-kat Jakes see me and they know to call dispatch He be in the court, I'm in the field, that's a mismatch (Ohh) Yeah that's a mismatch (oh, oh) (Ooh) Yeah that's a mismatch (ayy, ayy) Yeah that's a mismatch (ayy) If I see an opp, then you know I gotta hit that Oh mon-ami a, you all up on me-a, you feelin' my heat-ah Oh mon-ami a, you all up on me-a, you feelin' my heat-ah Oh mon-ami a, you all up on me-a, you feelin' my heat-ah Oh mon-ami a, est-que comprende quesque je dit, ah Slatt
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