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Pull up and go, ya, straight to the dome Dirty racks on my soul Calling my phone, bitch, leave me alone Grating me like a stone Know what I see, ya, better believe I'ma charge you a fee Stepping to me like your grown Can't keep 10 toes down Put up your hands, ay, stacking the bands Living life on demand Don't gotta plan, ya, never again Smooth sky for the land Pockets of tree, I'm high as can be Different kinda breed, yeah Running your mouth on the town Can't keep you around I could put you right down Pull up in the night now Tell me how you want it Talk that shit Get put down quick Ya, I'll be waiting on it People are waiting for everything they ever wanted Ya waiting in shadows, I got 'em thinkin' that they're haunted Shooting through the sky, ya I'm burning like a comet Out every single day, and you know I'm gonna flaunt it Nothing like you've seen before Me and Trip robbin' ya store Ya we're crashing through the door No time to reach in ya drawer Found you washed up on the shore Bleed in the dark 'til you can't anymore Everyone looking for some kinda cure That I'm sure Pull up and go, ya, straight to the dome Dirty racks on my soul Calling my phone, bitch, leave me alone Grating me like a stone Know what I see, ya, better believe I'ma charge you a fee Stepping to me like your grown Can't keep 10 toes down Put up your hands, ay, stacking the bands Living life on demand Don't gotta plan, ya, never again Smooth sky for the land Pockets of tree, I'm high as can be Different kinda breed, yeah Running your mouth on the town Can't keep you around I just get money and I don't need nobody telling me what to do I look at you bummy ass rappers and see that you all uncomfortable I'm pulling up flexing Wearing all black in an all black lexus Do it big like Texas Chest feeling heavy with a cuban link necklace Don't ever disrespect this Cooking up a rapper then I'm eating him for breakfast You ain't ever been arrested (no) Thinking that you talk, but you ain't ever gonna do shit We don't wanna talk to you lame ass fools Thought that you had my cosign, but you're not that dude Pull up and go, ya, straight to the dome Dirty racks on my soul Calling my phone, bitch, leave me alone Grating me like a stone Know what I see, ya, better believe I'ma charge you a fee Stepping to me like your grown Can't keep 10 toes down Put up your hands, ay, stacking the bands Living life on demand Don't gotta plan, ya, never again Smooth sky for the land Pockets of tree, I'm high as can be Different kinda breed, yeah Running your mouth on the town Can't keep you around
Writer(s): Joshua Pickus Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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