Lyrics

Big banger this a doo wop Pull up with a Lauren Hill bad bitch she ain't scared to shoot opps Heard you might do a lil diss song bout me do not I promise that won't go well the mans bars too hot Can't stand y'all shut up don't speak unless we talking cash If that plan ain't making sense to me ain't calling back Saw you was flashing money pull up I want all of that I undo my belt she suck this dick and swallow all of that My biggest flex is never giving a fuck about your flexes I was meant for this hear beats and I'm ready to drop in a couple of seconds I got DMs I should check my favorite rappers they been texting Got my herb from Colorado and the sip sent in from Texas But it's funny cuz I know that sip came straight from new Orleans Where homie got that shit from Texas swear that shit is annoying The plug be knowing the plug you been the type to be owing the plug money Before I was making bread from rap I ate off drug money What the fuck funny How you came from struggle laugh at struggle though I think you got lucky I don't think you ever hustled though Bet your big homie my lil homies lil homie Matter fact I bet your big homie cap and prolly owe me Where my competition go I thought they was saying something listen just some crickets though Missed it this is different switch your vision from your basic view Once they think you made it and you famous they start hating you But still they gon keep claiming you and talking bout how they know you well It's all about how you owe them something I don't like to over tell Cuz they use that against you every chance that they get Watch how they go professor X once you stand for some shit
Writer(s): Zackery Horton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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