[Intro]
He talking hot, we light him up like cigars
Sorry, I don't do the kissing, it don't get my dick hard
Fuck her and escape, I don't go on no dates
If she said she love you then that money a big part
Rich nigga still on jack boy shit
He flex on my face then we pulling his bitch car
I'm the type to buy some shit and never wear it
You the type put it on, I don't think that shit hard
[Chorus]
Even if was down bad on my last, I still get all of my niggas, yeah
Run up and you gon' get put on your ass
I'm safe, I make call to my niggas, yeah
I flex to niggas who ate when I was starve
I'm just tryna ball with all my niggas
They turn to leeches when you get somе fans on your bleachers
That's why I ain't calling niggas
[Verse 1]
Hate whеn I do it but I had to show 'em that side
They ain't think that was really me
On my lap, it ain't nothing to sit when I ride
Since I'm winning they thinking 'bout killing me
Take the racks off the bando and stuff off the safe
I ain't thinking about bread from the industry
And my label keep tryna get me some security
It ain't no fear me, they want be like me, these niggas mirror me
Hottest youngin out here doing it lyrical
Underrated, I don't think that they hearing me
Run the engine up, whip this bitch [?]
He bigger than me, I'ma shoot, can't embarrass me
VVS, I need clear up the clarity
Youngest preacher, think these rap niggas scared of me
As a youngin feel like they ain't have care for me
Now that I did it, shout out, that shit carry me
[Chorus]
Even if was down bad on my last, I still get all of my niggas, yeah
Run up and you gon' get put on your ass
I'm safe, I make call to my niggas, yeah
I flex to niggas who ate when I was starve
I'm just tryna ball with all my niggas
They turn to leeches when you get some fans on your bleachers
That's why I ain't calling niggas
[Pos-Chorus]
He talking hot, we light him up like cigars
Sorry, I don't do the kissing, it don't get my dick hard
Fuck her and escape, I don't go on no dates
If she said she love you then that money a big part
Rich nigga still on jack boy shit
He flex on my face then we pulling his bitch car
I'm the type to buy some shit and never wear it
You the type put it on, I don't think that shit hard
[Verse 2]
Tryna pull off on a jet but right now I'm pushing the 'Vett
You know it's the newest
I don't like green, none of my money is Benjamin's faces
You know them the blues
Momma said, "Don't burn no bridges"
But these niggas fake as a bitch, momma, I gotta do it
Heard your partner, he be feeling loose
I put a dick inside my Glock and shit to go scoop
Mommas crying, rest in peace in his comments
We know that the job done
Young nigga really willing off the chain
It's two of us strapped up with like five guns
Cut off them two-faced niggas in the [?]
Like Stunna said, we don't diamonds, we buy guns
Inventory like [?] to go buy some
Heater on me if I gotta go fry some
[Chorus]
Even if was down bad on my last, I still get all of my niggas, yeah
Run up and you gon' get put on your ass
I'm safe, I make call to my niggas, yeah
I flex to niggas who ate when I was starve
I'm just tryna ball with all my niggas
They turn to leeches when you get some fans on your bleachers
That's why I ain't calling niggas
[Pos-Chorus]
He talking hot, we light him up like cigars
Sorry, I don't do the kissing, it don't get my dick hard
Fuck her and escape, I don't go on no dates
If she said she love you then that money a big part
He talking hot, we light him up like cigars
Sorry, I don't do the kissing, it don't get my dick hard
Fuck her and escape, I don't go on no dates
If she said she love you then that money a big part
Rich nigga still on jack boy shit
He flex on my face then we pulling his bitch car
I'm the type to buy some shit and never wear it
You the type put it on, I don't think that shit hard
[Chorus]
Even if was down bad on my last, I still get all of my niggas, yeah
Run up and you gon' get put on your ass
I'm safe, I make call to my niggas, yeah
I flex to niggas who ate when I was starve
I'm just tryna ball with all my niggas
They turn to leeches when you get somе fans on your bleachers
That's why I ain't calling niggas
[Verse 1]
Hate whеn I do it but I had to show 'em that side
They ain't think that was really me
On my lap, it ain't nothing to sit when I ride
Since I'm winning they thinking 'bout killing me
Take the racks off the bando and stuff off the safe
I ain't thinking about bread from the industry
And my label keep tryna get me some security
It ain't no fear me, they want be like me, these niggas mirror me
Hottest youngin out here doing it lyrical
Underrated, I don't think that they hearing me
Run the engine up, whip this bitch [?]
He bigger than me, I'ma shoot, can't embarrass me
VVS, I need clear up the clarity
Youngest preacher, think these rap niggas scared of me
As a youngin feel like they ain't have care for me
Now that I did it, shout out, that shit carry me
[Chorus]
Even if was down bad on my last, I still get all of my niggas, yeah
Run up and you gon' get put on your ass
I'm safe, I make call to my niggas, yeah
I flex to niggas who ate when I was starve
I'm just tryna ball with all my niggas
They turn to leeches when you get some fans on your bleachers
That's why I ain't calling niggas
[Pos-Chorus]
He talking hot, we light him up like cigars
Sorry, I don't do the kissing, it don't get my dick hard
Fuck her and escape, I don't go on no dates
If she said she love you then that money a big part
Rich nigga still on jack boy shit
He flex on my face then we pulling his bitch car
I'm the type to buy some shit and never wear it
You the type put it on, I don't think that shit hard
[Verse 2]
Tryna pull off on a jet but right now I'm pushing the 'Vett
You know it's the newest
I don't like green, none of my money is Benjamin's faces
You know them the blues
Momma said, "Don't burn no bridges"
But these niggas fake as a bitch, momma, I gotta do it
Heard your partner, he be feeling loose
I put a dick inside my Glock and shit to go scoop
Mommas crying, rest in peace in his comments
We know that the job done
Young nigga really willing off the chain
It's two of us strapped up with like five guns
Cut off them two-faced niggas in the [?]
Like Stunna said, we don't diamonds, we buy guns
Inventory like [?] to go buy some
Heater on me if I gotta go fry some
[Chorus]
Even if was down bad on my last, I still get all of my niggas, yeah
Run up and you gon' get put on your ass
I'm safe, I make call to my niggas, yeah
I flex to niggas who ate when I was starve
I'm just tryna ball with all my niggas
They turn to leeches when you get some fans on your bleachers
That's why I ain't calling niggas
[Pos-Chorus]
He talking hot, we light him up like cigars
Sorry, I don't do the kissing, it don't get my dick hard
Fuck her and escape, I don't go on no dates
If she said she love you then that money a big part
( YSN Flow )
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