SoVA Blvd ft. Big Dog Lyrics

I'm on my bullshit

Raised in the four

I won't a cool kid

Stu shit all that I wanted

Ain't nothing to it

A Buick

Is all that I'm pushing

I went through bout six

Fuck this clout shit I'm worried bout money and where her mouth been

She pull an All Nighter when it comes down to The Boy

Ordered Late Night Special's

Got got her screaming out for More

Know I Set It Off

Jus Lyke Dat her feelings sore

I don't really give a fuck

Stick to the Trees and Mute the Noise

Can't go out sad

They got em real good

Boy went out bad

Don't ever worry bout what's in my bag

The first time u enter prolly be yo last

Roll a wood, find a beat, LEDs

Bet let's get it started

All my niggas bangers

But nobody like to party

When I'm off exotic

Me n the beat always go retarded

Give em head start

But somehow my team always go the farthest

Never did shit

They'll tell you that I switched up

Nigga prolly mad cuz he know I'm what his bitch want

Gotta spark a blunt every time that I get up

You would go to sleep but that's how I get my shit done

It's a lot I want to buy so I gotta work for it

If my girl want attention she ain't gotta twerk for it

Niggas cruising with the sharks

Rollin on a surf board

Watch what you say unless u down to hurt for it

You could never stop the Hustle

Really Don't Know why you try

Been performing on them stages

Even singing with a choir

That's old me

Swagger winter cold green

Fuck wit BDG

We gone show you who got cold feet

Roll a pound the whole week

Smoking Za like OG

Know we getting deals

My nigga that pressure on me

No I cannot chill

Got people who depend on me

Im the one to fear

Unless they find a way to clone me

Riding with the Music blasting

Jumping in the seat

Know the Dawgs is on and steady turning Up the heat

Legends in the making

Ain't No Stopping on a beat

Only way to Get It Done

Is do the Process and repeat

Keep yo guard up

Gotta keep a ratchet

With a battery and charger

Think that I won't pack it

Is you stupid

It's unheard of

Bitch I'll push him back

It's team no lacking

Ain't no murders

But these time be drastic

If you feel me flick ya lighter's

Make the bic

Go flick flick

Gotta feed her well

Made her mama say she thick thick

Make my pockets swell

Think I need to get a fit bit

Gotta have a budget

Or else

U will spend it

Thought it was a hurricane the way I Swang the sticks

Music harder than a muhfucka

Wrap(rap) it like a brick

Gotta bless the mic

With every drop of accidental spit

When it's comes to the gang, I start acting like a pit

What u say

Do u wanna do some

This hollow like a perk the way it wanna chew through some

And I hope yo whole crew come

Cause we boutta get it crunk, bro duke duce em

Rap ain't dead

But the rappers are

And I'm with berner

Trynna be the first to trap on mars

Sometimes I make music for the lovers of the back of cars

The words I speak on instrumentals

Can be found in their caption bar