CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Gogeta
Damjonboi
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
SB, n***a, this sh*t bigger than life
Ayy
I'ma be the first n***a in and the last n***a out (No cap)
You ain't gon' never drop no ice, n***a, close your mouth (Crazy a** boy)
Ayy, who ain't gon' slide? (Who?)
Had to get another crib, the fans caught me outside
He been cappin' all his life, we gon' call that n***a Plies (Damn)
Wore some sh*t ain't even matchin', now I'm headed to Revive
They ain't f**kin' with your baby, I don't know why they even tryin'
F**k some rap sh*t, n***a run up on me, then he dyin'
Two shots and they on, I'm 'bout to break this b*t*h spine
All my old hoes checkin' on me, b*t*h, I'm fine (Dirty b*t*h)
Ayy, broke b*t*h, leave me alone
Four hundred for this t-shirt, yeah, it's Marcelo Burlon
N***as actin' like they pressin' n***as, n***as really gettin' pressed
When it come to war, you playin' checkers, we was playin' chess
N***a, you ain't even got no guns, why you got a vest?
Tryna count fifty all twenties, man, this sh*t a mess
Fettie just walked in this b*t*h lookin' like a check
We get love from East and West, still rep the set
Flyin' up the mall, doin' donuts in the f**kin' set
Labels keep callin', f**k a conversation, cut the check
I did everything your favorite rapper did without deal (No cap)
You ain't never caught nobody, n***a, keep it real
Hi-Tech straight drop, I even watch 'em break the seal
Hell yeah, I'm on the road, but I am not sellin' no pills
I got a bad b*t*h in Atlanta just to keep it real
B*t*h got ran by the gang, tell me how it feel
Lil' brody ask me what I want, just to keep it real
I was thinkin' seven hundred thousand, possibly a mil'
I'll never stop until I move my mama to the hills
Thinkin' 'bout TY, swear to God that sh*t give me the chills
You ain't even from the South, why the f**k you got a grill?
Since he wanna flex, cook his a**, throw him on the grill
Heard them lil' dirty a** n***as tryna set a play (What?)
Hit him with the pump, knock his a** out his J's (Boom)
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
SB, n***a, this sh*t bigger than life
Ayy
I'ma be the first n***a in and the last n***a out (No cap)
You ain't gon' never drop no ice, n***a, close your mouth (Crazy a** boy)
Ayy, who ain't gon' slide? (Who?)
Had to get another crib, the fans caught me outside
He been cappin' all his life, we gon' call that n***a Plies (Damn)
Wore some sh*t ain't even matchin', now I'm headed to Revive
They ain't f**kin' with your baby, I don't know why they even tryin'
F**k some rap sh*t, n***a run up on me, then he dyin'
Two shots and they on, I'm 'bout to break this b*t*h spine
All my old hoes checkin' on me, b*t*h, I'm fine (Dirty b*t*h)
Ayy, broke b*t*h, leave me alone
Four hundred for this t-shirt, yeah, it's Marcelo Burlon
N***as actin' like they pressin' n***as, n***as really gettin' pressed
When it come to war, you playin' checkers, we was playin' chess
N***a, you ain't even got no guns, why you got a vest?
Tryna count fifty all twenties, man, this sh*t a mess
Fettie just walked in this b*t*h lookin' like a check
We get love from East and West, still rep the set
Flyin' up the mall, doin' donuts in the f**kin' set
Labels keep callin', f**k a conversation, cut the check
I did everything your favorite rapper did without deal (No cap)
You ain't never caught nobody, n***a, keep it real
Hi-Tech straight drop, I even watch 'em break the seal
Hell yeah, I'm on the road, but I am not sellin' no pills
I got a bad b*t*h in Atlanta just to keep it real
B*t*h got ran by the gang, tell me how it feel
Lil' brody ask me what I want, just to keep it real
I was thinkin' seven hundred thousand, possibly a mil'
I'll never stop until I move my mama to the hills
Thinkin' 'bout TY, swear to God that sh*t give me the chills
You ain't even from the South, why the f**k you got a grill?
Since he wanna flex, cook his a**, throw him on the grill
Heard them lil' dirty a** n***as tryna set a play (What?)
Hit him with the pump, knock his a** out his J's (Boom)
