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Yeah, I have my way Oh-oh, I have my way (Pharaoh got that heat, ho) Oh-oh, still have my way Oh-oh (Yeah) I'ma go flex on a bitch, go stunt on a bitch I'm sorry I'm havin' my way You ain't even with my team, you ain't with my gang Lil' nigga, get the fuck out of my face I bought a Glock in the party, I shoot at the opps They dancin' like B2K Nigga want smoke, I'm like, "Okay" We gon' pull up, take his ass out in broad day I'ma go flex on a bitch, go stunt on a bitch I'm sorry I'm havin' my way You ain't even with my team, you ain't with my gang Lil' nigga, get the fuck out of my face I bought a Glock in the party, I shoot at the opps They dancin' like B2K Nigga want smoke, I'm like, "Okay" We gon' pull up, take his ass out in broad day It's more money out here had to be made, oh None of these bitches get saved I take this drip to my grave, bro I show the bitches, I'm great She on my neck like a groupie ho Had it before I was paid These niggas like it now they catch the bow Tryna keep up with my ways I keep them racks on my nightstand I don't put my trust in no one I had to go with the right plan, separate me from the fake ones I'm poppin' off like a handgun Cops askin' questions, we don't say none Designer on my fuckin' body Shawty why your boyfriend dressing like a pilgrim? To be honest, I don't feel him I live what I rap, that's a real-life Lil' shorty got hit with the real pipe (Ayy) Now she don't want you, we all feel right (Ooh) I'm thanking God 'cause I'm double blessed I'm in the skies, somewhere outta sight True stoner, high every night Living this high, you gotta pay the price I'ma go flex on a bitch, go stunt on a bitch I'm sorry I'm havin' my way You ain't even with my team, you ain't with my gang Lil' nigga, get the fuck out of my face I bought a Glock in the party, I shoot at the opps They dancin' like B2K Nigga want smoke, I'm like, "Okay" We gon' pull up, take his ass out in broad day I'ma go flex on a bitch, go stunt on a bitch I'm sorry I'm havin' my way You ain't even with my team, you ain't with my gang Lil' nigga, get the fuck out of my face I bought a Glock in the party, I shoot at the opps They dancin' like B2K Nigga want smoke, I'm like, "Okay" We gon' pull up, take his ass out in broad day Drip too hard, don't stand too close Fuck around, get hit up with this cage Don't say nothin', better get out my face Can't get a job with a tat on my face Niggas ain't real and I can't relate I bring my gun when I go on dates Order my money when I get it from Chase Hit a bird, you Louis, my shades Niggas say I'm fake, don't know what you think I'ma fuck another bitch over the sink Coco Chanel, I ain't put it in pink Animal cruelty, I put on this mink AP too little, had to add me a link Mike Amiri denim, got a hunnid in my jeans I'ma do whatever, gotta feed my ting (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I marry my bitch, gotta go get the ring (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Apparently, the clarity, ayy, ayy, ayy Chicago streets to Beverly, ayy, ayy, ayy All white ones like KKK Skies goin' broke? Pshh, ain't no way Let a bitch come, tryna steal my chains, spit on her face I'ma go flex on a bitch, go stunt on a bitch I'm sorry I'm havin' my way You ain't even with my team, you ain't with my gang Lil' nigga, get the fuck out of my face I bought a Glock in the party, I shoot at the opps They dancin' like B2K Nigga want smoke, I'm like, "Okay" We gon' pull up, take his ass out in broad day I'ma go flex on a bitch, go stunt on a bitch I'm sorry I'm havin' my way You ain't even with my team, you ain't with my gang Lil' nigga, get the fuck out of my face I bought a Glock in the party, I shoot at the opps They dancin' like B2K Nigga want smoke, I'm like, "Okay" We gon' pull up, take his ass out in broad day Like B2K
Writer(s): Dominique Jones, Chandler Durham, Sergio Kitchens, Durk D. Banks, Kimetrius Foose, Matthias Ringleb Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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