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In and out, been about (been about, yeah) Creepin' in my 98's through the bits (through the bits) But every time I'm not about (every time I'm not about) Shorty ain't got no patience for the kid So I figured out, hit the loud (hit the loud, yeah) Hit the stu' so I plan to make sure that it's quick, yeah Make it out, make it out (make it out, yeah) I need a crib but a boss gotta bounce (ayy, one more time) Crazy what you can do with so much work rate You're at the bottom, work your way up and get hurt, mate I didn't get a hand out from no one, you heard, mate Independent young boss, I work for my own pay Said, I work for my own cheque Now what's the problem if we're doin' it? Let's go then I ain't sittin' 'round, I want paper, I want more bread I ain't takin' L's, more time, I let you hold them Hmm, I hit the stu', I'm always in and out I really been about, I can't just sit around And you wonder why I don't fuck wit' you, fam I'm tryna get a two-door and put the ceiling down with nobody next to me Cookin' up and you can't have the recipe I'm with SVMI and Tek so technically, it's gonna be a hit If I ain't hit my loud then I'm gonna be a prick, soz mate Been about (been about, yeah) In my 98's through the bits (through the bits) But every time I'm not about (every time I'm not about) Shorty ain't got no patience for the kid So I figured out, hit the loud (hit the loud, yeah) Hit the stu' so I plan to make sure that it's quick, yeah Make it out, make it out (make it out, yeah) I need a crib but a boss gotta bounce Can't let go and figure out (figure out, yeah) I can't let my shorty in my house (in my house) I had to tell my shorty "Simmer down" (simmer down) 'Cause baby, we can't make another sound (shh, shh) I've been runnin' to the bag, feelin' like a million miles Ayy, seen it fizzle out, yeah, I seen it since a child There's déjà vu, I seen my visions in my life It all fell into place so I had to up the price I went and fucked that bitch and now I'm sayin' "Fuck my life" (fuck sake) You do too much so I gotta move blunt like a butter knife I don't care about you, I'm lovin' life I'm gonna fly somewhere nice for the summer Brand new 98's, money gotta run up I'm a full time don, part time lover She wanna suck me up and I can't lie, I'm a sucker In and out, been about (been about, yeah) Creepin' in my 98's through the bits (through the bits) But every time I'm not about (every time I'm not about) Shorty ain't got no patience for the kid So I figured, figured out, hit the loud (hit the loud, yeah) Hit the stu' so I plan to make sure that it's quick, yeah Make it out, make it out (make it out, yeah) I need a crib but a boss gotta bounce (it's Tekky) In and out, been about Creepin' in my 98's through the bits But every time I'm not about (yeah) Shorty ain't got no patience for the kid So I figured, figured out, hit the loud (hit the loud, yeah) Hit the stu' so I plan to make sure that it's quick, yeah Make it out, make it out (make it out, yeah) I need a crib but a boss gotta bounce
Writer(s): Taras Slusarenko, Sami Mahmood, Arash Kamali Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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