[Intro]
Uh huh
Yea, Yea, Yea
Yea, Aye!
[Verse 1]
Tell a bitch moncler coat It (warm it up)
Can’t be my bitch cause the hoe be unfocused
I was fucked up, now I’m popping like Soda
Know I got to take the good with the bad like Jocic (good with the bad)
Couldn’t be gang so he wanna be my opponent
Stay away from niggas, i don’t know a nigga motive (at all)
Shit was in park, yea, but now we got motion
Got bro blowing flower while we riding in a lotus
(Yea we moving now)
Keep ya mouth closed when the hook try to poke us
Yeah, you know it get hot when you’re riding with the coldest
I was on thе plane writing letters to thе coaches
I know imma miss the game, but they probably wouldn’t notice
I was taking flights OT with my Brody, yeah the hoop shit was over, crossover to the money
I’m from where a nigga try to act like yo homie
Can’t leave em by himself he’ll rob you for your Sony
Let em talk down, but the shit starting to blow me
Came from the slums, I can never let em hoe me
New lambo got too many horses
Know it’s hard to keep up when you riding with the pony’s
And i be racked up so I’m riding with it on me
Know they saw me in my hood racked up at the coney
Never missed practice, shit I’m trying to be perfect
How the fuck I’m AI with the fro and not Kobe? (Damn, rest in peace)
Yea
Uh huh
Yea, Yea, Yea
Yea, Aye!
[Verse 1]
Tell a bitch moncler coat It (warm it up)
Can’t be my bitch cause the hoe be unfocused
I was fucked up, now I’m popping like Soda
Know I got to take the good with the bad like Jocic (good with the bad)
Couldn’t be gang so he wanna be my opponent
Stay away from niggas, i don’t know a nigga motive (at all)
Shit was in park, yea, but now we got motion
Got bro blowing flower while we riding in a lotus
(Yea we moving now)
Keep ya mouth closed when the hook try to poke us
Yeah, you know it get hot when you’re riding with the coldest
I was on thе plane writing letters to thе coaches
I know imma miss the game, but they probably wouldn’t notice
I was taking flights OT with my Brody, yeah the hoop shit was over, crossover to the money
I’m from where a nigga try to act like yo homie
Can’t leave em by himself he’ll rob you for your Sony
Let em talk down, but the shit starting to blow me
Came from the slums, I can never let em hoe me
New lambo got too many horses
Know it’s hard to keep up when you riding with the pony’s
And i be racked up so I’m riding with it on me
Know they saw me in my hood racked up at the coney
Never missed practice, shit I’m trying to be perfect
How the fuck I’m AI with the fro and not Kobe? (Damn, rest in peace)
Yea
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