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(Yeah, yeah) (Will, Will, Ball, Ball) (Yeah, yeah) Lemme tell you what's good Four boys in the back of the car Two boys in the front Lemme tell you what's good (what's good) So tired of the life I live I don't need no help, my brother, I'm good Them boys love talking crap I don't care about connects Don't care about your crew (I don't care) They envy me, not new, I do me and you do you Four boys in the back of the car Two boys in the front Lemme tell you what's good (what's good) So tired of the life I live I don't need no help, my brother, I'm good Them boys love talking crap I don't care about connects Don't care about your crew (I don't care) They envy me, not new I do me and you do you Big Jae in the car Lemme show them boys what's up When I come to the new place like I give no fucks 19 and I'm always on job While them bums there run out of luck Then they run out of life and talk about So they start start running amok Fucking hell, I'm built for destruction Life could be hard, but I'm here for the hustling (24-7) These opps love talking, stunting They text us like Austen Jaecy move them packs too often (yeah, yeah) Don't like dogs, but it's lucky he's barking Ha-ha, and I could see the fear in their eyes When they lie on my name, how boring (yo) Just put them to sleep, get snoring Mums, I ain't never heard about him scoring (freaks) He raps about pissing them packs, but it don't make sense Just look at his clothing Meanwhile, I'm driving my whip But I'm pissed at my Glock, 'cause it keeps on smoking Then I heard some boys want smoke Please tell me when you're all done joking (clowns) Lemme tell you what's good Four boys in the back of the car Two boys in the front Lemme tell you what's good (what's up) So tired of the life I live I don't need no help, my brother, I'm good Them boys love talking crap I don't care about connects Don't care about your crew (I don't care) They envy me, not new, I do me and you do you Four boys in the back of the car Two boys in the front Lemme tell you what's good (what's good) So tired of the life I live I don't need no help, my brother, I'm good Them boys love talking crap I don't care about connects Don't care about your crew (I don't care) They envy me, not new I do me and you do- Pull up, it's war in a hooey Running with A, running with a boogie S-W to the 1-6-5, I'm right there, sinner, Moses Soley (6-5) And they ain't never gonna get an Addy Ain't no rookie, hit this baddie like, what's goodie Said he don't care, got no fear He's not scared, but brother, he should be Fuck it, buy the wrapper, brother, I'm the reaper In the hood, Roamin', brother, I'm Caesar Smoking like Aggy when I'm puffing on reefer Running up meters, young foot feeder Double apple, blowing on shisha Live at the spot with the grub I ran A brother push so much, he got pulled Playing with strings like he's Santana Ain't no Wi-Fi, you ain't never gonna touch the connect (never) Sitting in pews while I preach You think I'm a preacher the way I collect Life stay blessed, do that check In that club, made that mess Never stress, read my chest 6-5 to the southwest, that's the set (that's the set) (Bup, bup, bup, bup, bup, bup, bup) Yeah, yeah, that's the set Double 9-6-5, southwest Them boys go and make a cave from the traf' Then post on the snap like their gear is the best Gear so fresh, don't need no vest If Jae got the tech, I send him like text Talking money, shit, bet Fuck him, leave that dog in debt If I got some palava No stress, no fear, it's nada Fit mum in the newest Prada While I sit down and eat her cassava I might sip some cava When I'm done, feed him his karma Talking ransom like with the check 'Til he's scared he's under armour Lemme tell you what's good Four boys in the back of the car Two boys in the front Lemme tell you what's good (what's good) So tired of the life I live I don't need no help, my brother, I'm good Them boys love talking crap I don't care about connects Don't care about your crew (I don't care) They envy me, not new, I do me and you do you Four boys in the back of the car Two boys in the front Lemme tell you what's good (what's good) So tired of the life I live I don't need no help, my brother, I'm good Them boys love talking crap I don't care about connects Don't care about your crew (I don't care) They envy me, not new I do me and you do you
Writer(s): Peter Klappas, Ananthu Nair, Thomas Michael Su'esu'e Latulipe, John Charles Kwiah Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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