Lyrics
If I kicked the bucket
Or ran out of luck it
Would probably go down
As a tragedy
Mj I'm bad
I ain't goin out sad
Bet my pockets be fat like a manatee
Pop out wherever
And get this shit bumpin
Now I'm in her jaw
Like a cavity
Cooped up inside
I ain't feeling nobody
I think I been losing my sanity
Raw like tha paper
I'm stamped like a crater
I get tha baton
Imma run like I'm forest
Vaporing nature
I'm pearling like oysters
Put drinks on the coaster
Don't fuck up my table
I do it no label
Shows on the weekend
Im fina get able
Parked in the back
Valet bring it adjacent
Still I'll never get complacent
Ain't got seconds for tha hating
Stones on me
2 phones on me
Thick bitch
And a couple red bones on me
Get back
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Big chrome on me
Get back
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Big chrome on me
Stones on me
2 phones on me
Thick bitch
And a couple red bones on me
Get back
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Big chrome on me
Get back
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Big chrome on me
Yea
I used to stress like he got it I don't
I separated my needs and my wants
It's up for grabs
Imma grab it and keep it
Now it's my lil secret
I bring it out weekly
I'm hard in the paint
I'm like Shaq when he dunkin
Or even Tim Duncan
Make way for a come back
I feel like Tim Tebow
My shit ain't on vivo
We gon make it happen
Ma **** be trapping
Y'all **** be acting
My bro gon be home soon
So watch how u speakin
Eureka
I got u
I'm peepin
I'm seein
believe it
I'm watching
Ain't buying tha shit that u sellin
I know that they jealous
I know that they hating
And waiting
Just for me to fall
But they won't get the satisfaction
Stretch yo bitch out Hot plastic
Drip be on flu
U can't catch this
I can't let em have it
I won't let it get to me
If u ain't working for something
then why is u here
But I don't won't u leavin me
If u ain't fighting for something
Then what do u fear
These **** ain't hearing me
If I kill the beat then it ain't suicide
And it don't matter tha money don't lie
I'm goin hard everyday least I try
I'm at yo neck like a muh fuckin tie
She lose her words when she see me she shy
Few shots of something
Now she won't be quiet
I seen the sun
RIP Kobe Bryant
We got 24 hours
I gotta get mine
Yea, yea
24 hours I gotta get mine
Yea yea yea
Stones on me
2 phones on me
Thick bitch
And a couple red bones on me
Get back
Pop Pop
Big chrome on me
Get back
Pop Pop
Big chrome on me
Stones on me
2 phones on me
Thick bitch
And a couple red bones on me
Get back
Pop Pop
Big chrome on me
Get back
Pop Pop
Big chrome on me
Written by: Jacob Britton
