[Intro]
(Purps on the beat)
[Chorus: Tony Shhnow]
Why they talk down on my name? I don't know
I don't like niggas, ain't no money, I don't go
I'm twistin' up exotic, I could show you how to roll
This foreign push start, I hop inside, then I go
[Verse 1: Tony Shhnow]
Strap up your seatbelt
Clutching, blowing gas, got more water than a seashell
I'm always on my job, I look like I'm fresh out detail
My bitch wine dutty, I been smoking like a Rasta
No plain Jane, told the jeweler helicopter
I don't want your dap, lil' nigga, I don't know you
You speaking on my name, get you template, no ProTools
These VVs on me flawless
Ain't no touch 'cause all my niggas hold it like they called it
My fingers, they still itching, my addiction is to balling
I'm trapping in some sweats, I run the game, I am not jogging
No, I cannot lie, I stand on shit, but money falling
Put your all in
Diamonds piss, I'm the shit, save it, you could stall it
I'm blowing on loud now, I can't hear you talking
Tell your promoter run them bands if you want a walk-in
No money in your conversation, you should change the topic
I'm a fly life youngin, so my swag awesome
I got dreams of them blues, I just left Slauson
Shorty said she want a nigga with some benefits
Bitch, I'm a dog, but I still ain't learned how to trick
I keep that fever 'cause these fuck niggas make me sick
(Purps on the beat)
[Chorus: Tony Shhnow]
Why they talk down on my name? I don't know
I don't like niggas, ain't no money, I don't go
I'm twistin' up exotic, I could show you how to roll
This foreign push start, I hop inside, then I go
[Verse 1: Tony Shhnow]
Strap up your seatbelt
Clutching, blowing gas, got more water than a seashell
I'm always on my job, I look like I'm fresh out detail
My bitch wine dutty, I been smoking like a Rasta
No plain Jane, told the jeweler helicopter
I don't want your dap, lil' nigga, I don't know you
You speaking on my name, get you template, no ProTools
These VVs on me flawless
Ain't no touch 'cause all my niggas hold it like they called it
My fingers, they still itching, my addiction is to balling
I'm trapping in some sweats, I run the game, I am not jogging
No, I cannot lie, I stand on shit, but money falling
Put your all in
Diamonds piss, I'm the shit, save it, you could stall it
I'm blowing on loud now, I can't hear you talking
Tell your promoter run them bands if you want a walk-in
No money in your conversation, you should change the topic
I'm a fly life youngin, so my swag awesome
I got dreams of them blues, I just left Slauson
Shorty said she want a nigga with some benefits
Bitch, I'm a dog, but I still ain't learned how to trick
I keep that fever 'cause these fuck niggas make me sick
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