(Intro)
Man, man, man, man, shit
I've been inconsistent for way way too long
I'm about to get back to it, i'm kinda on my flint shit you know what I Mean, kinda on my RMC Mike shit
Finna get in my bag like the fries are at the bottom
Ah, Ah, Alright
(Verse 1)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ok
Million dollar mindset ask my nigga Jojo
64 Impala, its baby blue it's not a fo’ (four) doe
In the studio, kickin' shit up, call it a dojo
Call up my cousins in Columbus, them niggas loco
If all my bros ain't around then I'm ridin' solo
We can't rock the same shit, yea its a no go
Bro be honest, yo girl a fan and she want a photo
Hold on, hold on, I got some new heat
I'on care where you catch me I'm never off beat
If you think you got some money, bro i got that times 3
I spit too hard, waitin' for a nigga to stop me
New CDG dropped, I had to cop 3
I don't say, I let the drip speak
I'ma throw on some off whites with a white tee
Yell yo girl I'm not a deli she asking for meat
(Verse 2)
Man, you thought this was the chorus
Bro you trippin' this the chorus
Nigga shut up, you shouldn’t speak, you the poorest
I'm on 95 with no cars I'm finna' floor it
Beat a nigga ass and go score, Marcus Morris
Kick the door down and run in Chuck Norris
Her parents caught me sneaking in, now her room doorless
Bro don't come to Atlanta, you’s a tourist
Shout out Devin, I can't wait until you out
Baby idc what you have to say, show me that mouth
Salt on my watermelon, how you know I'm from the south
That's a light 5k, I can't fit it in my pouch
Ayo x we need 10 bitches in this house
Mobile studio, I'm recording from the couch
I heard yo daddy a rat so that make you a mouse
Keep yo bitch away, she see me and get aroused
Man, man, man, man, shit
I've been inconsistent for way way too long
I'm about to get back to it, i'm kinda on my flint shit you know what I Mean, kinda on my RMC Mike shit
Finna get in my bag like the fries are at the bottom
Ah, Ah, Alright
(Verse 1)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ok
Million dollar mindset ask my nigga Jojo
64 Impala, its baby blue it's not a fo’ (four) doe
In the studio, kickin' shit up, call it a dojo
Call up my cousins in Columbus, them niggas loco
If all my bros ain't around then I'm ridin' solo
We can't rock the same shit, yea its a no go
Bro be honest, yo girl a fan and she want a photo
Hold on, hold on, I got some new heat
I'on care where you catch me I'm never off beat
If you think you got some money, bro i got that times 3
I spit too hard, waitin' for a nigga to stop me
New CDG dropped, I had to cop 3
I don't say, I let the drip speak
I'ma throw on some off whites with a white tee
Yell yo girl I'm not a deli she asking for meat
(Verse 2)
Man, you thought this was the chorus
Bro you trippin' this the chorus
Nigga shut up, you shouldn’t speak, you the poorest
I'm on 95 with no cars I'm finna' floor it
Beat a nigga ass and go score, Marcus Morris
Kick the door down and run in Chuck Norris
Her parents caught me sneaking in, now her room doorless
Bro don't come to Atlanta, you’s a tourist
Shout out Devin, I can't wait until you out
Baby idc what you have to say, show me that mouth
Salt on my watermelon, how you know I'm from the south
That's a light 5k, I can't fit it in my pouch
Ayo x we need 10 bitches in this house
Mobile studio, I'm recording from the couch
I heard yo daddy a rat so that make you a mouse
Keep yo bitch away, she see me and get aroused
( NJAIW )
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