12Digits (Verse):
You want sauce, well I want to run the fucking blog
What you want you think I want, but I want a greedy placement and spot
Every time I hear opponents say that they get lost I make another song to try and get them double tossed
Oh, baby find that shady, count the check
Sweet or nothing, baby, nothing gonna break you, oh
I show my moves in the move, next to your Mom's, when I go to fuck your mouth, out
And if I catch you running and opening it talking about all the things that I do when the limelight isn't on and I be out then it's on for you, boo
I'm always stunting, never running, always working, never grunting, just be fucking, why can't you be happy for me about that
Make it е-asy, say I m-iss you, then you'll f-eel it, when I tell you I do, too
You want to bеt me, okay then let's bet that I will win, when it's you against, me, and I want to fucking, stand, here, telling you what is up, with me, while you be indecent, aiming fist, at me
Oh, yeah, and when shit seems strange, you want to take another hundred grand and bring it up to me
So I'm grabbing my stuff, you know what I mean
Loading the coupe, no room for my group
If there was, then we'd fuck
But instead, I gotta move
I'd rather drink and puke
I wish I could party and fuck
If I could, I'd hit you up
Hit your guts, lick you up, spliff you, break you up, yeah you tough
But I'd fuck, shit
Trap G (Verse):
That's my tie, let me show how you to fold this
Rep it even though I'm a rebel, yeah don't cross me with a fool (who?)
I want to stand here, on the trap bus
But instead I got your bitch bobbing like she on the ring pop (ha)
Sup nigga? Woah
Yeah you know that
Yeah, yeah, give me something, nigga
You the type of nigga who's a baby in the picture
I'm the King, so you can plant yourself as my kid you nigga
Yeah, I'll plant you six feet underground, nigga
Underground nigga
You want sauce, well I want to run the fucking blog
What you want you think I want, but I want a greedy placement and spot
Every time I hear opponents say that they get lost I make another song to try and get them double tossed
Oh, baby find that shady, count the check
Sweet or nothing, baby, nothing gonna break you, oh
I show my moves in the move, next to your Mom's, when I go to fuck your mouth, out
And if I catch you running and opening it talking about all the things that I do when the limelight isn't on and I be out then it's on for you, boo
I'm always stunting, never running, always working, never grunting, just be fucking, why can't you be happy for me about that
Make it е-asy, say I m-iss you, then you'll f-eel it, when I tell you I do, too
You want to bеt me, okay then let's bet that I will win, when it's you against, me, and I want to fucking, stand, here, telling you what is up, with me, while you be indecent, aiming fist, at me
Oh, yeah, and when shit seems strange, you want to take another hundred grand and bring it up to me
So I'm grabbing my stuff, you know what I mean
Loading the coupe, no room for my group
If there was, then we'd fuck
But instead, I gotta move
I'd rather drink and puke
I wish I could party and fuck
If I could, I'd hit you up
Hit your guts, lick you up, spliff you, break you up, yeah you tough
But I'd fuck, shit
Trap G (Verse):
That's my tie, let me show how you to fold this
Rep it even though I'm a rebel, yeah don't cross me with a fool (who?)
I want to stand here, on the trap bus
But instead I got your bitch bobbing like she on the ring pop (ha)
Sup nigga? Woah
Yeah you know that
Yeah, yeah, give me something, nigga
You the type of nigga who's a baby in the picture
I'm the King, so you can plant yourself as my kid you nigga
Yeah, I'll plant you six feet underground, nigga
Underground nigga
( 12Digits )
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