5 am riding through the app just put 5 pillows in the trap
Just spent 10 bucks and got it back
I ran it up can’t even cap
You want a Q, I need a stack
Don’t got it then I’ll call you back
That money I want all of that blue hundreds ima call this that
It’s smoke we take shit to the max, put holes right where yo killas at
You broke bro where yo figures at, no hope you niggas finished man
A scholar and a business man I used to ace all my exams role models was weighing up grams they think that we made it off scams”
Verse: Idaho Plates on a ram, Road running to make me some bandz, I’m up Niggas claim that we friends, goodluck I can’t change on my mans, Stay solid take carе of the fam, Got options my patience is thin, my speed a nеw pace you ain’t ran
Ain’t have shit had to take me a chance, was lost had to make me a plan, them losses what made me a man, big boss I made me one of them, he told so we can’t fuck w him
They know not to run up on him, that boy stay w some tucked on him
Shooters on and off the court they think lil bro play In above the rim
My bitch on a scale above the 10 I cannot fail I love to win
Stay sending shells we love to spin
Run through that grass like country men
Can’t give a pass we slumping him
Long live Vo Mack this run for him
Im tryna make a bunch of Ms my life feel like a fucking film
Just spent 10 bucks and got it back
I ran it up can’t even cap
You want a Q, I need a stack
Don’t got it then I’ll call you back
That money I want all of that blue hundreds ima call this that
It’s smoke we take shit to the max, put holes right where yo killas at
You broke bro where yo figures at, no hope you niggas finished man
A scholar and a business man I used to ace all my exams role models was weighing up grams they think that we made it off scams”
Verse: Idaho Plates on a ram, Road running to make me some bandz, I’m up Niggas claim that we friends, goodluck I can’t change on my mans, Stay solid take carе of the fam, Got options my patience is thin, my speed a nеw pace you ain’t ran
Ain’t have shit had to take me a chance, was lost had to make me a plan, them losses what made me a man, big boss I made me one of them, he told so we can’t fuck w him
They know not to run up on him, that boy stay w some tucked on him
Shooters on and off the court they think lil bro play In above the rim
My bitch on a scale above the 10 I cannot fail I love to win
Stay sending shells we love to spin
Run through that grass like country men
Can’t give a pass we slumping him
Long live Vo Mack this run for him
Im tryna make a bunch of Ms my life feel like a fucking film
( Fats )
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