歌词
(Shh, shh, shh)
(Yeah!)
(23 on the damn beat)
Slide everytime I hop on the beat, imma keep going till I touch a milli
Already goated I still got big dreams, hopped in my bag now I'm back on my billy
Tryna put me some more cash in my jeans
Need some more room, I can't fit a 30
Racks in the pocket buss out the seams, out of my mind like a popped a perc 30
23 hall of fame put up my jersey
Been in this game I started out early
Lil baby like the wave, head too curly
Slim fine thick shit body so curvy
Damn, superstar **** I sit at the top
Fake ass haters waiting on me to flop (Flop)
Yall must've been sitting under a rock, id you ain't see me out here getting knots
Had to lock in and switch up the plots
These **** be wanting to copy the style
They can't be authentic, they can't be original
It's obvious I ain't pointing it out
Got my own following and my own crowd
Parties be loaded, I shut em' down
Really piped in real life not just on the gram, legendary in my town (My town)
Made my own sound forreal, real independent ain't signing no deals
Young **** carrying valuable skills, learned alot when I was up on that hill
Anything I want I go for the kill
Shoot it from deep, I leave em' in chills
Bring out the city I give em' a thrill
Bringing the heat, gotta make em' feel it
Run on her cheeks, she let me feel it (Feel it)
She say that 23 the illest (The illest)
You the type of **** stand on business, need me a shawty who washing them dishes
Let me take you from them rags to riches (To riches)
Gotta few bucks stuffed in my briches (My briches)
Can't be around all the fakes and the snitches while I be counting my digits (My digits)
Slide everytime I hop on the beat, imma keep going till I touch a milli
Already goated I still got big dreams, hopped in my bag now I'm back on my billy
Tryna put me some more cash in my jeans
Need some more room, I can't fit a 30
Racks in the pocket buss out the seams, out of my mind like a popped a perc 30
23 hall of fame put up my jersey
Been in this game I started out early
Lil baby like the wave, head too curly
Slim fine thick shit body so curvy
Damn, superstar **** I sit at the top
Fake ass haters waiting on me to flop (Flop)
Yall must've been sitting under a rock, id you ain't see me out here getting knots
(Knots, ooh woah)
(Ooh woah)
(Uh, ooh woah)
(Ooh woah, yeah)
Written by: Ralph Russell
