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My shoe go Jason, no more basic, man
Y'all know
Whew
Shut up, be quiet, don't say no name, I'm tryna hit a stain
Oh, that's your girl? I think she cute, I'm 'bout to run that game
Like, what's your number? What's your name? Shorty, gang, gang
If you ain't tryna do your thing, I ain't tryna hang
New year, new money, but I still do the same thing
If you ain't getting to the money, you a damn lame
You gotta eat, what, you gon' starve on that boulevard?
I'm tryna cop a fucking Wraith, roof look like outer space
I'm tryna run it up and disappear without no trace
And if I stay up at this pace, I just might get a place
Yeah, I'm just tryna get my feet wet, tryna get a taste
Not tryna find myself in jail or in a better place, ayy
Shitting on these **** my immunity
I'm just tryna get the fuck out my community
Don't get it wrong, I love the hood, but I been here too long
Plus every year I'm getting older, Gucci be my odor
Can't be up in my mama house looking over her shoulder
I know it's heavy on your shoulders, let me take that over
I'm tryna go cop you a house and buy your ass a Rover
And all these bitches on your youngin' 'cause they see me stunting
And all these bitches in my DM, baby, know I see them
And all these bitches on my phone, they tryna be my BM
And I'm not looking for no label, ****, I'm the GM
And tell your mama, girl, you special, but I think you Edy
Can't trust these hoes, they tryna spin a **** like a CD
I think she cute, but she don't turn me on just like a TV
And if a **** pants baggy, he might be a GD
Don't get it twisted, I'm not BD, I don't even GB
Now, hold on, shut up, let me tell you something else
I know I'm pretty, girl, I always be feeling myself
All this product on your face, girl, you just killing yourself
Talking 'bout how you bad and bougie, girl, you something else
Erase that makeup off your face, you won't be nothing else
Invest that money in my stock, I'm just building my wealth
The bitch I liked, she left me, so I'm just building myself
They tryna knock me off my path, I'm just yielding myself
Haters steady throwing shade, I'm just shielding myself
Not tryna stay up in the hood, not tryna catch a case
I'm tryna move somewhere in Holly, bitches off the molly
Bitches do the Ricky Bobby, spending be the hobby, ayy
Shut up, be quiet, don't say no name, I'm tryna hit a stain
Oh, that's your girl? I think she cute, I'm 'bout to run that game
Like, what's your number? What's your name? Shorty, gang, gang
If you ain't tryna do your thing, I ain't tryna hang
New year, new money, but I still do the same thing
If you ain't getting to the money, you a damn lame
You gotta eat, what, you gon' starve on that boulevard?
I'm tryna cop a fucking Wraith, roof look like outer space
I'm tryna run it up and disappear without no trace
And if I stay up at this pace, I just might get a place
Yeah, I'm just tryna get my feet wet, tryna get a taste
Not tryna find myself in jail or in a better place, ayy
Written by: Dre R
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