Intro:
Gds Shit 84
This Shit for any nigga hatin on my squad man
Verse 1:
Smoove told me make progress
I can’t hustle in the projects
Niggas talkin out of context
Got a problem come direct
She don’t want me why should I stress
High as hell where my mind at
Got some money betta hide that
Take a Loss imma grind back
I ain’t fuckin wit the same hoes
Change those like I change clothes
She be fuckin for the fame tho
She don’t even know my name tho
Fuck her boyfriend he a lame tho
Niggas hatin that’s a shame tho
Stay the fuck up in ya lane hoe
Moncler for the rain oh
These niggas be over dramatic I just
Started rappin I already passed em
You trippin bout money that’s tragic
Im serving them addicts I want it I grab em
My niggas be ready for action I give em a fraction they might go and tag em
I hustle the money keep stackin don’t got be snappin I just started blackin
As soon as I’m on Imma cop me a mansion
Won't sign to no label they hold you for ransom
Ain’t new to this Shit swear to god I’m a cannon
I hopped in the booth started doin some damage
They told me to hop on this beat and I ran it
These niggas be hatin I know they can’t stand it
If I get a mil swear to god Imma vanish
Might jump on a jet and just fly to Miami
Young nigga wit some big dreams
Workin hard since I was 16
Only goal was to get cream
Now I’m moving on to big things
Ridin dirty but the whip clean
Yeah I’m nice but my chick mean
Mcm wit the ripped jeans
I ont really like to sip lean
But I do smoke a lot of weed
Masked up like it’s Halloween
Backwood stuffed wit collard greens
Za still serve a lot of fiends
Hot as hell like a pot of steam
On go like a college team
Glock 30 it don’t gotta beam
Get this money I don’t gotta scheme
I’m down for whatever just go head and book me
A vet in this game but they call me a rookie
These bitches keep callin I pluck em like boogies
I sure ain’t a killa but please do not push me
Movin a pack I bust traps in a hoodie
They question my niggas I’m dropping off cookies
I Don’t gotta flex I got rolls like I’m tootsie
I’m focused on music I’m just hopin it put me
Right there where I wanna be
All my niggas they gon run wit me
Racks falling out my dungarees
Black and ghetto not a bubble bee
My old girl said she done wit me
Know she wish she never fuck wit me
I ain’t trippin If she wanna leave
I’m in my garden plantin money trees
I do whatever cause I’m young and free
Niggas say they gon come fa me
I’m waitin for you we gon fuckin see
Strapped up I keep i gun wit me
We post on the corner
I listened to songs by these niggas they borin
Them corny ass lines fall asleep I be snorin
Don’t hit up my line all the time I’m recordin
I Ball like I’m brook for my team I be scoring
Can’t wait til my niggas on top and we tourin
I Spend it tonight make it back in the morning
Pay cash for a crib I ain’t payin no mortgage
Might cop the impala wit pipes that be roarin
Ant bought the liq to the stu and we pourin
I got super lit spilled the shit on my Jordans
For niggas that’s hatin this track is a warnin
Bah
Young nigga wit some big dreams
Workin hard since I was 16
Only goal was to get cream
Now I’m movin on to big things
Ridin dirty but the whip clean
Yeah I’m nice but my chick mean
Mcm wit the ripped jeans
I don’t really like to sip lean