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TRAIVEN DEGRAFFENREIDT
TRAIVEN DEGRAFFENREIDT
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Anthony Maviglia
Anthony Maviglia
Songwriter

Lyrics

Okay now they know what's up I done came in with like four baddies had em lapping up Rolling up I got like four banana backwoods getting stuffed Know I'm all about a bag only cash getting cuffed yeah I done hit her with the flavor got a taste and now she sweating She wanna get close she tryna cool off by necklace Card game killer, play what I was dealt with Had to stop saving niggas had to learn how to be selfish Boss moves? Yeah it cost a few but I can manage Top two and I ain't talking two you understand me? Talk smooth, Bob with the tool I got my hammer But it's all cool, I just stick to wrapping like a bandage, yeah Okay, diamonds having seizures call the ambulance I was broke found a medic then I ran shit You ain't tryna make bands I don't want to plan shit Bum niggas something I won't even shake hands with Fuck the small talk i want big money conversations Too fly for the bottom yeah I had to switch locations Step out say good morning to the clouds cause them my neighbors Niggas say that I don't be around but I been getting paper Getting money and they hating now they fronting on em I was trying to shine with em now I'm stunting on em Never gave em anything how you want something from em Made myself a big dog now they running from em yeah Niggas try but they got nothing on em Knew I would slide but they ain't know how I was fucking coming And I been grinding every night all fucking summer And I been going dumb but guarantee we doing dumber You can fuck with who lil dude? You talking silly Could've read yo shit in braille and I still wouldn't feel it Whole clique holding, please don't get it twisted My homie gotta couple screws loose but he'll drill em Had to cut a couple off but it's all business Do my dirt, I just put in work til it's all finished In the vert I can make it skirt if the law tripping, stay alert I'm gone do the dash fore I let em search won't let em get me I'm a full blooded, money getting, hoe snatching Pack flipping, big baller, big status Bitch it's Big Chef, son of the don I got it cracking They said I was moving wrong but I took off and went past em You know time is money what the fuck I look like waiting Had to show these niggas I ain't nothing to be played with I'm a hood doctor I got million dollar patients Yeah I started from the bottom I'm escaping Getting money and they hating now they fronting on em I was trying to shine with em now I'm stunting on em Never gave em anything how you want something from em Made myself big dog now they running from em Niggas try but they got nothing on em Know I would slide but they ain't know how I was fucking coming I been grinding every night all fucking summer And I been going dumb but guarantee we doing dummer Okay now they know what's up I done came in with like four baddies had em lapping up Rolling up got like four banana backwoods getting stuffed Know I'm all about a bag only cash getting cuffed yeah
Writer(s): Traiven Degraffenreidt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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