Anytime, it's my time to blow shit I can blow now
Anytime
Anytime, it's my time to blow shit I can blow now
See me revving up the Vette, I'm bippin I can't slow down
All this icing on my neck and wrist the youngin showing out
You was stepping until my steppers came to walk you down
Don't do too much talking, I can't let them know the low down
Your bitch ate me up like breakfast, Who knew she can go down
Go best friend, lil' nasty bitch and yeah she go round
I toat an F.N, extended clip yeah shit can hold rounds
How you say you're really standing on buisness and sit down
I smash hoes, I got stamina I'm giving this bitch rounds
Yes God, like I flooded the neck and the wrist down
Straight gas, when me & Kay M would cop we would split pounds
The 1Up made him run off his block and he skip town
We shutting this shit down, let your money talk
Lot of these niggas can't speak now yeah this my money walk
Cause I'm tryna get rich like I'm Meek Milly but won't bunny hop
I got a lot of benji's, I got plenty guap
My hoe said she want more Fendi, more Fendi huh
We either eat at Ruth Chris or at Benihana
Just might pop out with my new bitch and drag every Summer
Remember when I wanted True jeans with that Ferragamo
Now I want a pair of stack jeans & 9060 runners, uh
Ever since a youngin', I was gettin' them hunnids, uh
Get behind that Eater, now this lil' bitch runnin', uh
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Anytime, it's my time to blow shit I can blow now
Anytime
Anytime, it's my time to blow shit I can blow now
See me revving up the Vette, I'm bippin I can't slow down
All this icing on my neck and wrist the youngin showing out
You was stepping until my steppers came to walk you down
Don't do too much talking, I can't let them know the low down
Your bitch ate me up like breakfast, Who knew she can go down
Go best friend, lil' nasty bitch and yeah she go round
I toat an F.N, extended clip yeah shit can hold rounds
How you say you're really standing on buisness and sit down
I smash hoes, I got stamina I'm giving this bitch rounds
Yes God, like I flooded the neck and the wrist down
Straight gas, when me & Kay M would cop we would split pounds
The 1Up made him run off his block and he skip town
We shutting this shit down, let your money talk
Lot of these niggas can't speak now yeah this my money walk
Cause I'm tryna get rich like I'm Meek Milly but won't bunny hop
I got a lot of benji's, I got plenty guap
My hoe said she want more Fendi, more Fendi huh
We either eat at Ruth Chris or at Benihana
Just might pop out with my new bitch and drag every Summer
Remember when I wanted True jeans with that Ferragamo
Now I want a pair of stack jeans & 9060 runners, uh
Ever since a youngin', I was gettin' them hunnids, uh
Get behind that Eater, now this lil' bitch runnin', uh
Anytime
Anytime, it's my time to blow shit I can blow now
See me revving up the Vette, I'm bippin I can't slow down
All this icing on my neck and wrist the youngin showing out
You was stepping until my steppers came to walk you down
Don't do too much talking, I can't let them know the low down
Your bitch ate me up like breakfast, Who knew she can go down
Go best friend, lil' nasty bitch and yeah she go round
I toat an F.N, extended clip yeah shit can hold rounds
How you say you're really standing on buisness and sit down
I smash hoes, I got stamina I'm giving this bitch rounds
Yes God, like I flooded the neck and the wrist down
Straight gas, when me & Kay M would cop we would split pounds
The 1Up made him run off his block and he skip town
We shutting this shit down, let your money talk
Lot of these niggas can't speak now yeah this my money walk
Cause I'm tryna get rich like I'm Meek Milly but won't bunny hop
I got a lot of benji's, I got plenty guap
My hoe said she want more Fendi, more Fendi huh
We either eat at Ruth Chris or at Benihana
Just might pop out with my new bitch and drag every Summer
Remember when I wanted True jeans with that Ferragamo
Now I want a pair of stack jeans & 9060 runners, uh
Ever since a youngin', I was gettin' them hunnids, uh
Get behind that Eater, now this lil' bitch runnin', uh
Writer: Alvin Macharia
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