Lyrics

Yeah I came up from nothing nigga ain have a dollar We come from da Bottom like Bikini Who want problems Ima trapping muthafucka yeah I got that from my father But brudda keep da choppa he tryna step on all da oppas If u stealing u a bitch I got respect for all the robbers But try me ima pop ya, send yo hoe ass to the doctor Shawty see how I be ballin so she jumped up on the roster She know that I'm da real one and these other boys imposters And speaking of a choppa know we spin like helicopter They know Skipp gone walk round with a stick like Harry Potter If she with me she don't need nun but her head she know I got her These niggas hatin but ion hear nun that they said it's not my problem I say if u with it then I'm with that This draco got some kick back Can't wait to push yo shit back. yeah I got on designer and it's mix match I pop out with them big racks I'll put this shit on top of ya head Yeah I came up from nothing nigga ain have a dollar We came from da bottom like Bikini Who want problems Ima trapping muthafucka yeah I got that from my father But brudda keep dat choppa he tryna step on all da oppas If u stealing u a bitch I got respect for all the robbers But try me ima pop ya, send yo hoe ass to the doctor Shawty see how I be ballin so she jumped up on the roster She know that I'm da real one and these other boys imposters (Aye, aye what that for?) Them switches for to spin shit Bllrd bllrd bllrd bllrd Pop out with that draco let it hit it got a kill switch They know I got say so make em lay low not a drill bitch Faded ion feel shit Ima make em feel this We spin shit like a cd I'm big dawg niggas pewee And they know they can't fuck with me. yeah You know I stay strapped but keep it lowkey (shh) Cause all these niggas know me And I know they might tell on me. yeah Yeah I came up from nothing nigga ain have a dollar We came from da bottom like Bikini Who want problems Ima trapping muthafucka yeah I got that from my father But brudda keep da choppa he tryna step on all da oppas If u stealing u a bitch I got respect for all the robbers But try me ima pop ya, send yo hoe ass to the doctor Shawty see how I be ballin so she jumped up on the roster She know that I'm da real one and these other boys imposters
Writer(s): Kemble Laguines Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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