[Verse]
Look, I get this money, I'm ice grilling with my smiling faces
Hey bro, respect, but I ain't looking for no fucking Daytons
I need a Bentley, a beamer, so when we stuck in traffic
Ain't gotta wonder why them coppers want to run our plates
And I'm from the city of the 'Nooga with the Ruger bomb
That rat-tat-tat, that black on black
That boy done killed your mom
That kid been chilling on the porch, oh look they killed the son
That baby there just give some time and it could feel your bond
Sometimes I feel like I'm the best these niggas never heard
And I don't need no punchlinеs just to feel my words
I pray to god, I never focus on what I desеrve
That still don't make a nigga jiggy if you get it first
See, I've been riding in this Honda for too many summers
And there's too many bitches living to be baby mommas
I think my nigga steady gripping, get wrapped up in drama
Because he hang from my sisters like a fucking comma
[Hook]
Alright, now riding by myself, tell my momma I'll be straight
Tell my bitch to have my back and tell my money don't be late
Niggas think I'm selling crack, I've been in and out of state
Bitch asked me how I'm doing, I said "hoe, I'm doing great"
Bitch
Alright, now riding by myself, tell my momma I'll be straight
Tell my bitch to have my back and tell my money don't be late
Niggas think I'm selling base, I've been in and out of state
Bitch asked me what it do and I said "hoe, I'm doing great"
Look, I get this money, I'm ice grilling with my smiling faces
Hey bro, respect, but I ain't looking for no fucking Daytons
I need a Bentley, a beamer, so when we stuck in traffic
Ain't gotta wonder why them coppers want to run our plates
And I'm from the city of the 'Nooga with the Ruger bomb
That rat-tat-tat, that black on black
That boy done killed your mom
That kid been chilling on the porch, oh look they killed the son
That baby there just give some time and it could feel your bond
Sometimes I feel like I'm the best these niggas never heard
And I don't need no punchlinеs just to feel my words
I pray to god, I never focus on what I desеrve
That still don't make a nigga jiggy if you get it first
See, I've been riding in this Honda for too many summers
And there's too many bitches living to be baby mommas
I think my nigga steady gripping, get wrapped up in drama
Because he hang from my sisters like a fucking comma
[Hook]
Alright, now riding by myself, tell my momma I'll be straight
Tell my bitch to have my back and tell my money don't be late
Niggas think I'm selling crack, I've been in and out of state
Bitch asked me how I'm doing, I said "hoe, I'm doing great"
Bitch
Alright, now riding by myself, tell my momma I'll be straight
Tell my bitch to have my back and tell my money don't be late
Niggas think I'm selling base, I've been in and out of state
Bitch asked me what it do and I said "hoe, I'm doing great"
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