[Verse 1: TUT]
Young king scheming to take the world over
Long live a loyal nigga, greedy niggas die young
Got rise on any nigga talkin' that slick shit
Niggas softer than titties
Niggas get paid and made and can't go back to they city
I've been a savage, the hustle came automatic
I been livin' lavish before this rap shit happened
Meanin' I ain't really hurtin' for no rap check
I rather take my work check re-up, and flip a couple zips or somethin'
Flip a crib or somethin', buy the summer shit
I'm trynna get a crib or somethin'
Hoes call me on, ain't on the flip-phone or nothin'
I'm tryna get inside them ribs or somethin'
Pass the doja, I gotta lotta shit that I'm stressin' on
I'm tryna quit my bitch, and I don't think that she catchin' on
I tell her leave me alone, she keep on callin' my celly-phone
I'm straight, I don't think I'ma answer dog
[Hook]
I been rollin' down burnin', blowin' dank, go insane
Now I'm shinin' you can see the candy paint (nigga)
Dip-dip, we don't really give a fuck about these hoes
Don't worry bout me, baby focus on your goals
A couple niggas on, I hope we still got a soul
A couple niggas on, I hope they still got a soul
Southside niggas, dreams of money cars and clothes
And the house be the team nigga, that's just how it go
Young king scheming to take the world over
Long live a loyal nigga, greedy niggas die young
Got rise on any nigga talkin' that slick shit
Niggas softer than titties
Niggas get paid and made and can't go back to they city
I've been a savage, the hustle came automatic
I been livin' lavish before this rap shit happened
Meanin' I ain't really hurtin' for no rap check
I rather take my work check re-up, and flip a couple zips or somethin'
Flip a crib or somethin', buy the summer shit
I'm trynna get a crib or somethin'
Hoes call me on, ain't on the flip-phone or nothin'
I'm tryna get inside them ribs or somethin'
Pass the doja, I gotta lotta shit that I'm stressin' on
I'm tryna quit my bitch, and I don't think that she catchin' on
I tell her leave me alone, she keep on callin' my celly-phone
I'm straight, I don't think I'ma answer dog
[Hook]
I been rollin' down burnin', blowin' dank, go insane
Now I'm shinin' you can see the candy paint (nigga)
Dip-dip, we don't really give a fuck about these hoes
Don't worry bout me, baby focus on your goals
A couple niggas on, I hope we still got a soul
A couple niggas on, I hope they still got a soul
Southside niggas, dreams of money cars and clothes
And the house be the team nigga, that's just how it go
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