Castro, baby
What, you said it's up with me
I don't waste breath, I'm not beefing with mentals under me
I just chase checks and I f*ck with whoever f*ck with me
Please don't make me do it, I swear that's gonna be ugly
So let's leave it at that
The snake's in my grass, I cut it and dumped the bag
Puffin' on this blunt and I took 20k cash
Hit the dealership and then put it down on the Jag
Now I'm speedin' fast, these pussies ain't built to last
She be f*ckin' fast, she makin' me work my abs
Bitch, I'm duckin' fast, you catch me, you tryna blast
Better pray you hit me, if not, I'm on your ass
Bitch, get on my nerves, she talk to me about petty shit
Get me out of character, nah, I can never let her bitch
Know I'm gettin' rich and I'm sure you can smell the evidence
I just upped a level, bitch, stackin' me up a M and shit
Ayy, I'm gettin' to it too
Helicopter rides in Hawaii, I really flew a few
You gon' think I'm crippin', my fit, bitch, it's blue on blue
Told them all before I got work dawg for you and you
Yeah, I'm really like that
I ain't bitchin' down to nobody, I'm finna fight back
Bitch, I'm comin' first, even second is really like last
If it's really up with me, show me you better strike fast
Cuz, I ain't goin' for none
I was on my shit before I found out I was havin' a son
Yeah, he on the way, so I'm makin' sure that he's up one
And I pray to God he don't get involved in sellin' buns
Shit, I better raise him right
I don't want him growin' up, claimin' a gang bangin' or fightin'
When he's older, I'll explain the way that I changed my life
But we gon' get the bag for right now and we gon' take this flight
Yeah
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Castro, baby
What, you said it's up with me
I don't waste breath, I'm not beefing with mentals under me
I just chase checks and I f*ck with whoever f*ck with me
Please don't make me do it, I swear that's gonna be ugly
So let's leave it at that
The snake's in my grass, I cut it and dumped the bag
Puffin' on this blunt and I took 20k cash
Hit the dealership and then put it down on the Jag
Now I'm speedin' fast, these pussies ain't built to last
She be f*ckin' fast, she makin' me work my abs
Bitch, I'm duckin' fast, you catch me, you tryna blast
Better pray you hit me, if not, I'm on your ass
Bitch, get on my nerves, she talk to me about petty shit
Get me out of character, nah, I can never let her bitch
Know I'm gettin' rich and I'm sure you can smell the evidence
I just upped a level, bitch, stackin' me up a M and shit
Ayy, I'm gettin' to it too
Helicopter rides in Hawaii, I really flew a few
You gon' think I'm crippin', my fit, bitch, it's blue on blue
Told them all before I got work dawg for you and you
Yeah, I'm really like that
I ain't bitchin' down to nobody, I'm finna fight back
Bitch, I'm comin' first, even second is really like last
If it's really up with me, show me you better strike fast
Cuz, I ain't goin' for none
I was on my shit before I found out I was havin' a son
Yeah, he on the way, so I'm makin' sure that he's up one
And I pray to God he don't get involved in sellin' buns
Shit, I better raise him right
I don't want him growin' up, claimin' a gang bangin' or fightin'
When he's older, I'll explain the way that I changed my life
But we gon' get the bag for right now and we gon' take this flight
Yeah
What, you said it's up with me
I don't waste breath, I'm not beefing with mentals under me
I just chase checks and I f*ck with whoever f*ck with me
Please don't make me do it, I swear that's gonna be ugly
So let's leave it at that
The snake's in my grass, I cut it and dumped the bag
Puffin' on this blunt and I took 20k cash
Hit the dealership and then put it down on the Jag
Now I'm speedin' fast, these pussies ain't built to last
She be f*ckin' fast, she makin' me work my abs
Bitch, I'm duckin' fast, you catch me, you tryna blast
Better pray you hit me, if not, I'm on your ass
Bitch, get on my nerves, she talk to me about petty shit
Get me out of character, nah, I can never let her bitch
Know I'm gettin' rich and I'm sure you can smell the evidence
I just upped a level, bitch, stackin' me up a M and shit
Ayy, I'm gettin' to it too
Helicopter rides in Hawaii, I really flew a few
You gon' think I'm crippin', my fit, bitch, it's blue on blue
Told them all before I got work dawg for you and you
Yeah, I'm really like that
I ain't bitchin' down to nobody, I'm finna fight back
Bitch, I'm comin' first, even second is really like last
If it's really up with me, show me you better strike fast
Cuz, I ain't goin' for none
I was on my shit before I found out I was havin' a son
Yeah, he on the way, so I'm makin' sure that he's up one
And I pray to God he don't get involved in sellin' buns
Shit, I better raise him right
I don't want him growin' up, claimin' a gang bangin' or fightin'
When he's older, I'll explain the way that I changed my life
But we gon' get the bag for right now and we gon' take this flight
Yeah
Writer: Evan Stewart
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