Hold On
I said
Now I'm bout to go dumb
Now I'm bout to go off
Lately they be hating on me and they be so soft
My diamonds on me VVS
Everything busin
We reaching and we rushing
We blicking no discussion
Them bullets coming out n give you morning concussion
Punch a Na in his shit n MMA and mushing
These Na's they be smoking
I be smoking dope tho
Na's they be talking
Bitches trynna choke tho
I talk and we blow dough
You thinking this a joke tho
I ain't drink but i pull up with that OVO
Na's they be ----
Im going loco
And im really tough do that shit dolo
Told ya that i ain't run it up
I dont really give a fuck
Na's they be hating on me
See em like give it up
And i want your chain tho
Na's speak my lingo
I came from a block where wе savages and we bang tho
I ain't really playing with an opp Na
Causе i drop Na's
Everybody with me really pop triggers
I said
Huh
Opp Na
I said over there i see a opp Na
Bubba Stackz up in the cut
And my boy Aday
Na tried to run up on me then we get to spraying
Leave him there laying
Starve him on the pavement
Huh
I ain't even want to say shit
Ice looking like its glazing
These Na's they be hating on me
Told them be a hater
I ball real hard
I be feeling like a Pacer
I switch it up feel like Kobe Bryant not the Lakers
Lately they be hating on me
I be selling shows out
Know i gotta hit the bank n pull the dough out
And you know we on the road
And we getting kicked dose
Stacking up the pesos
I couldn't wait tho
Why they hate tho
I'm living great tho
My grind tripping on me
My shit looking like a lake tho
Everything is off the top
This what i create tho
I let you know
I keep going in my head
I got a pace tho
Na's haters
And they hate those
----
Bake those
Na's be like damn where the fuck they even make those
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Na's they be talking like we wait to put them in their place
Before i gotta say my grace
I be running to that bag
Gotta get it fast
I ain't running late
These Na's hating on me
I be in that foreign do the race
And if i see the jakes then you know I'm picking up the pace
Cause we gotta dash
I ain't worried about the police
And Na's they be talking
They say this is not a rollie
I said
Now I'm bout to go dumb
Now I'm bout to go off
Lately they be hating on me and they be so soft
My diamonds on me VVS
Everything busin
We reaching and we rushing
We blicking no discussion
Them bullets coming out n give you morning concussion
Punch a Na in his shit n MMA and mushing
These Na's they be smoking
I be smoking dope tho
Na's they be talking
Bitches trynna choke tho
I talk and we blow dough
You thinking this a joke tho
I ain't drink but i pull up with that OVO
Na's they be ----
Im going loco
And im really tough do that shit dolo
Told ya that i ain't run it up
I dont really give a fuck
Na's they be hating on me
See em like give it up
And i want your chain tho
Na's speak my lingo
I came from a block where wе savages and we bang tho
I ain't really playing with an opp Na
Causе i drop Na's
Everybody with me really pop triggers
I said
Huh
Opp Na
I said over there i see a opp Na
Bubba Stackz up in the cut
And my boy Aday
Na tried to run up on me then we get to spraying
Leave him there laying
Starve him on the pavement
Huh
I ain't even want to say shit
Ice looking like its glazing
These Na's they be hating on me
Told them be a hater
I ball real hard
I be feeling like a Pacer
I switch it up feel like Kobe Bryant not the Lakers
Lately they be hating on me
I be selling shows out
Know i gotta hit the bank n pull the dough out
And you know we on the road
And we getting kicked dose
Stacking up the pesos
I couldn't wait tho
Why they hate tho
I'm living great tho
My grind tripping on me
My shit looking like a lake tho
Everything is off the top
This what i create tho
I let you know
I keep going in my head
I got a pace tho
Na's haters
And they hate those
----
Bake those
Na's be like damn where the fuck they even make those
--------
--------
Na's they be talking like we wait to put them in their place
Before i gotta say my grace
I be running to that bag
Gotta get it fast
I ain't running late
These Na's hating on me
I be in that foreign do the race
And if i see the jakes then you know I'm picking up the pace
Cause we gotta dash
I ain't worried about the police
And Na's they be talking
They say this is not a rollie
( Adin Ross )
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