Intro
98 NAWILL
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Just gotta call gang and they running out I can't be wasting my time like it's running out Biggest 98, who they talking 'bout If it ain't nothing bout bread What's the talk about? No, I don't gotta go trick on her For shit, Ya niggas be buggin' out Don't call me your brother ain't help me out With shit, and no we can't hug it out F*ck what they talking 'bout Ima keep aiming sky high Til my coffin out, rapping chose me Like no lie it was calling out Stop entertaining them thots Cause its boring now I'm tryna count this shit up with a bae But no feelings cause that shit get all in the way They thought I would fold like Ha-Ha in your face And you thinking you special bye-bye get replaced They in the back, trolling Get to the racks, expose 'em Niggas be cap, posing They wanna dap, don't know 'em We did it all in a day Stack up some bands, put it all ina safe They thought I would fold like Ha-Ha in your face And you thinking you special, Off with your hoe like bye-bye And she wanna fly high off the Jenny In that case we faded Still be on point like a loner So if I don't know ya, you better watch How you say shit Pockets was hurting like molars I thought it was over That's when a nigga got closer King in a game full of jokers Ain't talking bout poker, they raise the bar We make it lower Gearing up but I ain't talking no sports Go tackle that bag like its rugby I keep some shooters with me I ain't talking on court Stay mili cause shit could get ugly No I ain't looking back, when I'm Pushing a Porsche Put it in sport And I'm bringing my niggas with me Who was starving with me oh of course If you wanna get jiggy with me Come get jiggy with me Stop misleading No time for people acting iffy Knew they wasn't really with me I ain't never need 'em Don't like them hoes that be creeping I gotta watch who I'm putting my seed in I blow a bag up in Neimans Shots of the Henny I feel like a demon You know we gon hotbox In that droptop My connect like Wi-Fi You need hotspot? Pull up on 'em stop pop F*ck a shotclock When you flex up stop watch Dip off bye-bye F*ck what they talking 'bout Ima keep aiming sky high Til my coffin out, rapping chose me Like no lie it was calling out Stop entertaining them thots Cause its boring now I'm tryna count this shit up with a bae But no feelings cause that shit get all in the way They thought I would fold like Ha-Ha in your face And you thinking You special bye-bye get replaced They in the back, trolling Get to the racks, expose em Niggas be cap, posing They wanna dap, don't know 'em We did it all in a day Stack up some bands, put it all ina safe They thought I would fold like Ha-Ha in your face And you thinking You special (Huh, 98)
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Written by: KENNY M ALVAREZ, JOHN FIGUEROA, WILLIAM DARRYL HOOD III, NAQUAN WILLIAMS
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