Aye
Aye
Aye
Steady smokin day n nite
Grab a bottle of Hennessy
Sippin on a that Henny
Hit the studio Finna speak my shit now
Gotta stay to myself cuz everybody buggin
I don't really give a f*ck About nobody
I just do me
Bitches still complaining bout what they want but they don't know they want
Babygirl I'm what you need
Not what you want
Aye
Aye
Past years I've been on my own all alone
Never f*ck wit anybody cuz everybody buggin bitches still complaining bout they man
I don't really give a f*ck bout ya man
F*ck him Leave him you don't need him
He just playing you while you look like a fool
I grab my tool n keep it pushin
Guess love ain't it for an artist like me
Ain't nobody gone do it like me
Black Timbs on with a black hoodie
When I was back in town
You ain't want me back then
I realize Money never left my side
F*ck a side piece only pill she poppin is a plan b
Rolling up the gas Yea I'm smoking that gas
Foot on the gas pedal Im going fast
Left you in the past No I'm not going back
Aye
Aye
Put him in a pack you know we smoking that
Up in the hills yea I'm counting
This cash
Playing super smash imma beat ya ass
Always skipping class never had a pass
Rolling up the gas I'm smoking that gas
Foot on the gas pedal Im going fast
Left you in the past No I'm not going back
Put him in a pack you know we smoking that
Aye
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Aye
Aye
Aye
Steady smokin day n nite
Grab a bottle of Hennessy
Sippin on a that Henny
Hit the studio Finna speak my shit now
Gotta stay to myself cuz everybody buggin
I don't really give a f*ck About nobody
I just do me
Bitches still complaining bout what they want but they don't know they want
Babygirl I'm what you need
Not what you want
Aye
Aye
Past years I've been on my own all alone
Never f*ck wit anybody cuz everybody buggin bitches still complaining bout they man
I don't really give a f*ck bout ya man
F*ck him Leave him you don't need him
He just playing you while you look like a fool
I grab my tool n keep it pushin
Guess love ain't it for an artist like me
Ain't nobody gone do it like me
Black Timbs on with a black hoodie
When I was back in town
You ain't want me back then
I realize Money never left my side
F*ck a side piece only pill she poppin is a plan b
Rolling up the gas Yea I'm smoking that gas
Foot on the gas pedal Im going fast
Left you in the past No I'm not going back
Aye
Aye
Put him in a pack you know we smoking that
Up in the hills yea I'm counting
This cash
Playing super smash imma beat ya ass
Always skipping class never had a pass
Rolling up the gas I'm smoking that gas
Foot on the gas pedal Im going fast
Left you in the past No I'm not going back
Put him in a pack you know we smoking that
Aye
Aye
Aye
Steady smokin day n nite
Grab a bottle of Hennessy
Sippin on a that Henny
Hit the studio Finna speak my shit now
Gotta stay to myself cuz everybody buggin
I don't really give a f*ck About nobody
I just do me
Bitches still complaining bout what they want but they don't know they want
Babygirl I'm what you need
Not what you want
Aye
Aye
Past years I've been on my own all alone
Never f*ck wit anybody cuz everybody buggin bitches still complaining bout they man
I don't really give a f*ck bout ya man
F*ck him Leave him you don't need him
He just playing you while you look like a fool
I grab my tool n keep it pushin
Guess love ain't it for an artist like me
Ain't nobody gone do it like me
Black Timbs on with a black hoodie
When I was back in town
You ain't want me back then
I realize Money never left my side
F*ck a side piece only pill she poppin is a plan b
Rolling up the gas Yea I'm smoking that gas
Foot on the gas pedal Im going fast
Left you in the past No I'm not going back
Aye
Aye
Put him in a pack you know we smoking that
Up in the hills yea I'm counting
This cash
Playing super smash imma beat ya ass
Always skipping class never had a pass
Rolling up the gas I'm smoking that gas
Foot on the gas pedal Im going fast
Left you in the past No I'm not going back
Put him in a pack you know we smoking that
Aye
Writer: Walter Chavez cruz
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