Yeah
Man, I gotta run it up
Ice on these diamonds, they always frozen
Even when it's hot, brother, let's go Go grab the poles
And load the f*ckin' chops
Standin' on business, you gotta do it
Even on your block, damn
Huh
Talk is cheap
Worry about your job or bout your mother
You cannot compete, I'm tired of these fakin niggas
Thinkin' that they bout the streets
I swear to God you could've killed me But you never did, you're sweet
I just hit the plug, I got the pounds
And even more next week
Man, you niggas silly, I ain't worried, I'm about to peak
I'd rather be in love with drugs than bitches who are for the streets
But I'll hit her from the back right after she gon' suck my meat
I never understood them niggas who ain't never got a bag
Always bout it though like I'm a rapper, man, I'm bouta bag
Give a nigga bitches airpods, take everything he f*ckin has
Why you wanin' smoke but never pushin', man, you f*ckin' wack
ASD, I gotta be, not even bout the family
Niggas mad, they not a part of it, so they gon' hate on me
Either way, the hate's regardless, cannot let that get to me
But I get to trippin' cause I'm sippin hella Hennessy
And them niggas bitches ain't no hittas
They be distancing, Every sentence that I'm spitin hittin f*ckin' differently
Push up on me, bet this 30 hit you automatically
Huh
Huh, get to testin' me
Not about the homework, but in school was givin lessons, man
Niggas fallin' out, why you mad, who you pressin' man?
Start blamin' yourself, you is ass, not the session, man
I'll keep that to my self cause why the f*ck would you go listen, man?
Had to slow up off these drugs, it really wasn't hittin' strong
Still get to blastin', fill your lungs with smoke, like you hit a bong
And how you gon' be talkin' shit you never be on beat with songs
Thinkin' that you hard, but you ain't bout it, man, you really soft
Call me f*ckin' Dlow, cause my pinky filled with crystals
And my opps are never on it, can't consider them a problem, nigga stop it
You was talkin' shit, but you can't stand up on it
I'm the problem, Cause if not, then why the f*ck you talkin on me?
I'm not Kendrick, still gon' beat your ass and have the Bible out
Lord forgive me
But you know the sinner's gettin' whacked alot
I am winnin'
But you know I gotta give the glory to God
Yeah, I'm winnin' So you know I gotta give the glory to God
Gang
Huh
Yeah, yeah
Gang
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English
Yeah
Man, I gotta run it up
Ice on these diamonds, they always frozen
Even when it's hot, brother, let's go Go grab the poles
And load the f*ckin' chops
Standin' on business, you gotta do it
Even on your block, damn
Huh
Talk is cheap
Worry about your job or bout your mother
You cannot compete, I'm tired of these fakin niggas
Thinkin' that they bout the streets
I swear to God you could've killed me But you never did, you're sweet
I just hit the plug, I got the pounds
And even more next week
Man, you niggas silly, I ain't worried, I'm about to peak
I'd rather be in love with drugs than bitches who are for the streets
But I'll hit her from the back right after she gon' suck my meat
I never understood them niggas who ain't never got a bag
Always bout it though like I'm a rapper, man, I'm bouta bag
Give a nigga bitches airpods, take everything he f*ckin has
Why you wanin' smoke but never pushin', man, you f*ckin' wack
ASD, I gotta be, not even bout the family
Niggas mad, they not a part of it, so they gon' hate on me
Either way, the hate's regardless, cannot let that get to me
But I get to trippin' cause I'm sippin hella Hennessy
And them niggas bitches ain't no hittas
They be distancing, Every sentence that I'm spitin hittin f*ckin' differently
Push up on me, bet this 30 hit you automatically
Huh
Huh, get to testin' me
Not about the homework, but in school was givin lessons, man
Niggas fallin' out, why you mad, who you pressin' man?
Start blamin' yourself, you is ass, not the session, man
I'll keep that to my self cause why the f*ck would you go listen, man?
Had to slow up off these drugs, it really wasn't hittin' strong
Still get to blastin', fill your lungs with smoke, like you hit a bong
And how you gon' be talkin' shit you never be on beat with songs
Thinkin' that you hard, but you ain't bout it, man, you really soft
Call me f*ckin' Dlow, cause my pinky filled with crystals
And my opps are never on it, can't consider them a problem, nigga stop it
You was talkin' shit, but you can't stand up on it
I'm the problem, Cause if not, then why the f*ck you talkin on me?
I'm not Kendrick, still gon' beat your ass and have the Bible out
Lord forgive me
But you know the sinner's gettin' whacked alot
I am winnin'
But you know I gotta give the glory to God
Yeah, I'm winnin' So you know I gotta give the glory to God
Gang
Huh
Yeah, yeah
Gang
Man, I gotta run it up
Ice on these diamonds, they always frozen
Even when it's hot, brother, let's go Go grab the poles
And load the f*ckin' chops
Standin' on business, you gotta do it
Even on your block, damn
Huh
Talk is cheap
Worry about your job or bout your mother
You cannot compete, I'm tired of these fakin niggas
Thinkin' that they bout the streets
I swear to God you could've killed me But you never did, you're sweet
I just hit the plug, I got the pounds
And even more next week
Man, you niggas silly, I ain't worried, I'm about to peak
I'd rather be in love with drugs than bitches who are for the streets
But I'll hit her from the back right after she gon' suck my meat
I never understood them niggas who ain't never got a bag
Always bout it though like I'm a rapper, man, I'm bouta bag
Give a nigga bitches airpods, take everything he f*ckin has
Why you wanin' smoke but never pushin', man, you f*ckin' wack
ASD, I gotta be, not even bout the family
Niggas mad, they not a part of it, so they gon' hate on me
Either way, the hate's regardless, cannot let that get to me
But I get to trippin' cause I'm sippin hella Hennessy
And them niggas bitches ain't no hittas
They be distancing, Every sentence that I'm spitin hittin f*ckin' differently
Push up on me, bet this 30 hit you automatically
Huh
Huh, get to testin' me
Not about the homework, but in school was givin lessons, man
Niggas fallin' out, why you mad, who you pressin' man?
Start blamin' yourself, you is ass, not the session, man
I'll keep that to my self cause why the f*ck would you go listen, man?
Had to slow up off these drugs, it really wasn't hittin' strong
Still get to blastin', fill your lungs with smoke, like you hit a bong
And how you gon' be talkin' shit you never be on beat with songs
Thinkin' that you hard, but you ain't bout it, man, you really soft
Call me f*ckin' Dlow, cause my pinky filled with crystals
And my opps are never on it, can't consider them a problem, nigga stop it
You was talkin' shit, but you can't stand up on it
I'm the problem, Cause if not, then why the f*ck you talkin on me?
I'm not Kendrick, still gon' beat your ass and have the Bible out
Lord forgive me
But you know the sinner's gettin' whacked alot
I am winnin'
But you know I gotta give the glory to God
Yeah, I'm winnin' So you know I gotta give the glory to God
Gang
Huh
Yeah, yeah
Gang
Writer: Noah Burgos
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