3500 ft. BOBOFFBALANCE Lyrics

This ain't a 4-matic, I don't know how it operate

I just left the planet, there's some cards that I gotta' play

Head out to Atlanta, I got some work, got to penetrate

And I'm stuck to the plan and the money gon' make me cooperate

I don't really illustrate, but I'm pushing the pack out the interstate

Now we got a larger stake, I don't talk but I still get a bigger take

Yes I'm thumbing, I still got to regulate

Need blue hundred, see 20 by everyday

Watch it double, I'm even gon' demonstrate

Keep it coming, I'm pushing it all away

Made it happen, I'm seeing it my way

I love speeding, I'm high on the highway

They got greedy and I had to part ways

Ain't no splitting my blue like it's Salt Lake

And I think she the one, she went both ways

I geek where I know I can't see, no

Ain't no way I'm reaching my limit cause I only stepped on my pivot

I love when the cheque give me blisters, know that I'm cut when I visit

They got to kick that 4 but I'll look out, I see my limit

Pushing it down to the floor where the bags and the trash can miss me

They got to know that I'm on but they cannot see my winnings

I know I got more hope cause I got to spread more wisdom

And I clutch on that dough cause I got to take more with me

I know how the black cheque go, got to take out at least 350

Presidential whip just like I'm Biden

Niggas capping all day man they lying

I'm the top floor with the gang we vibin'

Make it look easy ain't even trying

Left that bitch heartbroken now she crying

We gon' slime that boy out wipe his nose

All these pills, you gon' overdose

I'm wit Drae that's my brother and I came from the dirt, from the gutter

Freaky bitch wanna fuck with no rubber

I'm still the coolest even out in summer

And I'm the road tryna' get rich

New Glock came with a switch

I can't trust these niggas, they might snitch

Niggas funny, they moving federal

I get high off a mufucking' edible

Rip Kobe the Uzi hold 24

All black fit they think I'm emo

Diamonds dancing likes it's in a disco

223 bullets go straight through his window

Pockets on large just like the big show

I'm finna' play dis bitch like an Nintendo

Boy you not gang, you not my kinfolk