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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyree Simmons
Tyree Simmons
Songwriter
Jacquaillius Benton
Jacquaillius Benton
Songwriter

Lyrics

What up, sauce
Lamborghini one take Hella steak, big plate
Fuck it, I'm just gainin' weight Can't you see I love the cake
Heart cold ' frosted flake Take these **** on a chase
Where my ****, there my **** We just havin' fun today
Jackson Street, Kept it G Chillin' right under the tree
Truth be told, I can't see no bitch That just gon' fumble me
Know how it go, I can pop my shit They try to humble me
Snotty' nose, standin' in that corner Like I'm Parker P
Damn, I go ham on you fam I don't trust ****
Boy you is a scammmer
Why you actin' like a plug ****?
Cause you got a bag Yeah, that shit don't make you tough, ****
Knew me in the past But you still don't get no love, ****
I come from the rags Get on your ass, wish you would, ****
I just laugh, I can't go outside if I could, ****
Get it out the mud Yeah, we had to make the bad, our good, ****
I understand **** rep, they sets, throw they hood, ****
I would down on my ass To the last of my bag, ****
Didn't care how it gon' go If it gon' go, gotta go fast
I don't Brag Cause I know that shit
Kinda make these **** mad But if they ask
Tell them I was on my knees And I was prayin', yeah
Lamborghini , one take Hella steak, big plate
Fuck it, I'm just gainin' weight Can't you see I love the cake
Heart cold, frosted flake Take these **** on a chase
Where my ****, there my **** We just havin' fun today
Jackson Street, kept it G Chillin' right under the tree
Truth be told, I can't see no bitch That just gon' fumble me
Know how it go, I can pop my shit They try to humble me
Snotty' nose, standin' in that corner Like I'm Parker P
Say OG, I can't see no **** Tryin' to humble me
They proud of me, ever since a jit know, I was pushing P
Came out the three, raised up on the street Like to be toting
Heat he think it's sweet
Just like Jimmy G, I get to slanging' heat I keep it G
Buddy wanna cross me like he ain't fuck with me on pot
G, I'm goin' out like a legend like I'm Pimp C
Snotty' nose, they'll slime you out Just for a pot of gold
I never fold, always comin' back Just like I'm Derrick Rose
Say he told, put him in the wall Just like Chris Jericho
I keep a G, ever since a jit know, I been pushing P
They hate on me, but a lame-ass bitch Know not to play with me
They bang the C, but if you ain't real Then you can't hang with me
To keep it G, I don't know nobody That can fuck with me
Baby Nate, fade away That Glock gon' take his, pain away
I see the safe, stood ten-toe downs Until I beat the case, I prayed away
Hopin' I don't end up just like Baby J
Lamborghini, one take, hella steak Big plate, fuck it, I'm just gainin' weight
Can't you see I love the cake? Heart cold, frosted flake
Take these **** on a chase Where my ****, there my ****
We just havin' fun today Jackson Street, kept it G
Chillin' right under the tree Truth be told, I can't see no bitch
That just gon' fumble me, know how it go I can pop my shit, they try to humble me
Snotty nose, standin' in that corner Like I'm Parker P
Thuggin
Thuggin
Written by: Jacquaillius Benton, Tyree Simmons
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