Lyrics:

Remember back when i was down bad, didn’t nobody wanna help
B*tch, i cannot wait on you i had to do this sh*t myself 
Heard that boy was stealing my swag cause he cannot be himself 
Got a bih, she from the A, she blow my whistle like a ref 

Big as* choppa bullets flying they gon rip right through yo flesh 
Yeah they gon, they gon hate cause they know that i’m up next 
Told that b*tch do not come ova, if you not tryna have s*x 
Ian never ever had sh*t so ima flex what you expect? 

I’m finna pull up in that bi-, i’m finna pull up on that big body 
Yeah, this choppa it got kick, it got kick like karate 
Not they cannot hold me back, swear these n**gas cannot stop me 
Maison Mihara on my feet, no you can’t, can’t afford these 
Pull up in that f*ckin sprinter, me and my n*ggas, yeah we 10 deep 
I got money on my mind, i can’t even get no sleep 
that’s a b*tch that i can’t keep, cause i know that she a h*e

I’m at the top and they below 
Sending shots out that truck, you better get low, (low)
I pop a x, now it’s KO 
Why tf they tryna steal my flow, yeah b*tch i know 

Remember back when i was down bad, didn’t nobody wanna help
B*tch, i cannot wait on you i had to do this sh*t myself 
Heard that boy was stealing my swag cause he cannot be himself 
Got a bih, she from the A, she blow my whistle like a ref

stealin swag prod keyomani

Lyrics:

Pull up let that blick talk 
I don’t even gotta speak, btch i let my money talk 
addicted to designer things, btch i got a fashion walk 
they say that don’t fw me but watch me like a fkn hawk 

yeah, i hop in that spider, watch it fkn crawl 
that boy tryna flex but he know his money small 
mama said the bigger they are, the harder they gon fall 
so ima knock ‘em all down
put a drum on my choppa now that btch a hu-hunnid rounds 

yeah, i’m way too high, btch i’m in the clouds 
i jus wanna fuk, no, i can’t settle down 
h3ll no, yeah, btch i chose, yeah, i was chose for this sht
red beam on his nose, now that boy prancing and sht
diamonds on my wrist, yeah, they start dancin and sht
btch i knew i was the man ever since i was a kid

yeah, when u at the top yk they gon hate 
huh, i call up my shooter, he gon let it spray 
huh, got rid of the old me, i threw him away 
just follow me, i can show you the way 

btch i created the wave
we gon kill ‘em den piss on his grave 
btch i’m rockin chrome hearts shades, btch i’m blind asf to the hate 
wake up and po me a four, my bro just poured him a eight 
i just brought the lamb outside just to mf fkn race 

Pull up let that blick talk 
I don’t even gotta speak, btch i let my money talk 
addicted to designer things, btch i got a fashion walk 
they say that don’t fw me but watch me like a fkn hawk

fashion walk prod lucidbeatz

fast lyfe prod twinlugerz

missle prod ascension!

feel prod tadeoxq

pain prod kelly kelly

in my eyes prod ucanhearit

swag school prod nikence

lyrics: 

[intro]: 
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

[chorus]: 
yeah, yeah
i know when i make it, they gon think i sold my soul
i got hella hoes and they trappin on the low 
i jus paved the way, they gon follow cause it’s gold 
made em see the vision, now they flockin’ just like crows 

[verse]:
they gon flock cause they see these numbers goin’ up
i can’t sign that deal if it ain’t no mill and up
all these niggas tryna work but they fukn suck
gelato got me stuck on the couch i can’t een get up 

i just spent sum bands on this shirt but that shi ain’t nun 
what you know bout grindin’ in this btch ti’ll you see the sun 
fuk i look like fightin’? ima shoot, ain’t no one on ones 

rockin’ rick owen lunar boots with the fukn gimp
i was broke, now my pockets fat, i walk wit a limp 
i just fuk her then dismiss her, i can’t go out like no simp 
i just fuk her then i dip 
do what i want, don’t care bout them 

got the world on my shoulders 
i don’t care what i told ya 
i tote a big stick like a soldier 
my swag so bipolar
my wrist on polar

my btch yeah, she bad 
if you wanna feat, then you gotta send that cash 
yeah, i fuked up bad, givin’ you more than what i had 
spend dat shi and get it back 
brand new whip it’s paper tags 

tryna make it out for my folks 
yeah, wock for president, btch go vote
yeah, huh, btch go vote 

[chorus]:
yeah, yeah
i know when i make it, they gon think i sold my soul
i got hella hoes and they trappin on the low 
i jus paved the way, they gon follow cause it’s gold 
made em see the vision, now they flockin’ just like crows

sick

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