- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
Damn baby what you say?
Rose pedals know your means, walk through your dreams
Gallery Department, splash the paint through your jeans
Pull up the border smoke blunt, eat some wings
Young nigga getting money talking bigger streams
Gotta watch the frenemies low key enemies
Gotta watch em
Blocking out the noise and follow through your destiny
Destiny
Bad bitch, fat ass I like em ebony
Niggas talking round the way, we talking legacy's
Give ah fuck who you know, it's bout who you are
Gotta pay for every line and every bar
Different levels, different visions talking born stars
I'll buy my momma crib before foreign car
Social distance but I still fucked her with a mask on it
Nigga's bringing hot shit so I had to dip on it
How the fuck you on the side, tryna weigh on it?
Huh
Lit as fuck, ruth chris with the tab on it
Shawdy do it big, throw yo ass on it
Shawdy do it big, throw yo ass on it
Fuck me so good throw cash on it
I fuck her so good, Skrrt crash on it
My dawg full of clips like he Big Pun
Grinding for the money man fuck fun
Indecisive flow for the short run
That is not drip that's pac sun
They see me that I'm different, Im that one
By the way it looks its I'm about to marry this rap game
Recreate the wave with stepson's
5 years later with grand son's
Home Run
Handgun
Bank Run
Shotgun
In the booth spitting like a nigga really popped em
We was steady living vacant houses we ain't have nun
Curse to see life for what it is, I'm really that numb
One wish
Two fish
Three things I got this
Still living young, we worldwide like a atlas
You lack to pave the wave, so it's sounding like a trackless
Smoking zoo lala shit stank like some cat piss
You the type to want some clout, tryna make a song diss
Oh naw slim we ain't finna do that
(Hmm)
(For real)
This that new jordan ones like what are those?
Before the rap came, young niggas boosting clothes
The other day I had phone call for show
Keep it on swivel standing on yo fucking toes
Who would've thought MalNoCrawford balling with Pro's?
For real
How the fuck you bout a dollar you ain't blow it?
Niggas out here jocking swag? They don't even own it
I be in my own lane, traffic don't condone it
I like the way it's working, matter fact you dodging with a purpose
No time for back and forth it ain't worth it
(Yea) (Yea)
All these late bloomers think they hot, they ain't as hot as me
Why you in streets can't even have the lawyer fees
Don't for a second feel like you fit these shoes, man stop it please
Stacking up this money like we playing Lego's (Whoah)
Slim it's really okay If you ain't from the ghetto, and that's a say so