[Chorus]
He getting ready flooded, I flood up the spot
These niggas, actin' like something they not
Show out in Houston, I'm blowing on za'
We get up, abstracted to the sky
I don’t give a fuck, these niggas know why
Got it, put the Tesla in autopilot
Feel like Lone, I ain’t got no stylist
Bitch I’m way too damn solid
She got coke, underneath her eyelids
Fuck school, nigga fuck a college
I got rich, I made it without it
Brand new fit, this shit cost a thousand
And your bitch she up in here smilin'
Better run when you hear them sirens
Minecraft, my neck full of diamonds
[Verse]
Minecraft, my neck full of redstones
These rap niggas lame, this bitch give me neck though
I ride 'round with my gang, no I can’t confess no
We just came to shoot, we ain’t come to press you
Blowing on pressure
Blowing on trees, yeah
That lil' hoe a treesha
This a Number (N)ine t-shirt
ALYX Ones for the beaters
I'ma grind 'til my feet hurt
Got my bitch I don’t need that
But I know that I want her
Realest nigga on earth
We could get you gone, yeah
Niggas off of none
Steal the flow then he like my song
She left me but I ain't even go wrong
Her next nigga get smoked like a bong
Not yo telly, I'll send yo ass home
Get the pack in, then get the pack gone
Call my shooters, better get your ass on
I’m in LA, nigga rest in peace Capone
Sometimes I wanna go home
But on the road I wanna go home
He getting ready flooded, I flood up the spot
These niggas, actin' like something they not
Show out in Houston, I'm blowing on za'
We get up, abstracted to the sky
I don’t give a fuck, these niggas know why
Got it, put the Tesla in autopilot
Feel like Lone, I ain’t got no stylist
Bitch I’m way too damn solid
She got coke, underneath her eyelids
Fuck school, nigga fuck a college
I got rich, I made it without it
Brand new fit, this shit cost a thousand
And your bitch she up in here smilin'
Better run when you hear them sirens
Minecraft, my neck full of diamonds
[Verse]
Minecraft, my neck full of redstones
These rap niggas lame, this bitch give me neck though
I ride 'round with my gang, no I can’t confess no
We just came to shoot, we ain’t come to press you
Blowing on pressure
Blowing on trees, yeah
That lil' hoe a treesha
This a Number (N)ine t-shirt
ALYX Ones for the beaters
I'ma grind 'til my feet hurt
Got my bitch I don’t need that
But I know that I want her
Realest nigga on earth
We could get you gone, yeah
Niggas off of none
Steal the flow then he like my song
She left me but I ain't even go wrong
Her next nigga get smoked like a bong
Not yo telly, I'll send yo ass home
Get the pack in, then get the pack gone
Call my shooters, better get your ass on
I’m in LA, nigga rest in peace Capone
Sometimes I wanna go home
But on the road I wanna go home
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