Lyrics:
Tryna be the next Drake just Joshin
You can call me the Asian Logic
Young Sinatra under pressure Logic
Peepin the roster y’all don’t have me
That’s right
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
Vado:
Uh, I'm so cool, plus speak fly
You don't even hear the vroom when I breeze by
I see why, SLR, me and G-Y (slime)
Can't stop, hit the horn at least
(grraow)
Mama hit me on my cellular told me that Quavo got caught by the coppers (fuck)
They say they've been investigatin' and Migo Gang we connected with
the viper
And when I touch the mike i'm trying tro make these boys feel it
And when I stretch this lab I'ma fifth rell it, grill it
Sip the eight, don't spit
heep of trouble
Double crossed by the law so theres nobody to run to
Yeah its just me and my sawed off shotgun
Outlaw call him Leather Face
I'm headed
those kids who tried to rob Goetz
You don't know what I'm sayin? Yo check it
Give me any microphone and god dammit I'll wreck it!
I'm coldblooded I'm
talking 'bout no money tell him "bye, bye, bye" (boy bye!)
And if you see a mad hoe tell her "hah-hah-hah"
Hey! Don't get mad hoe, get a bag hoe
Don't
basketball
You can call me Too, don't say it twice
You'll get me real mad and I'll fuck your wife
You see I'm not proper, I'm rarely polite
Too $hort, Too
when I'm in your face, I'm just Gettin By
Feels like I don't fit any place, don't know why I try
Don't know how I've fallen from grace. Still try-in da
don't know how to act
But I'm tellin' them, baby, bye, fall back
He's so good, and he knows how to love me
But so hood, and he's so heavy in
don't know how to act
But I'm tellin' them, baby, bye, fall back
He's so good, and he knows how to love me
But so hood, and he's so heavy in
The ones who answered the call from the beginning
I mean this from my heart, I'm positively certain
There's no more reaching you
By now you should have
come get you no decoys
I'm in the stu this that nic noise
(Pha, pha, pha) don't get hit boy
These are them things that you can't Avoid
I rock them shirts
Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me
Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me
of joy
Shouts my nigga boo bizy and my nigga troy
I'm bout to go fishing, bring me a scale
Ahoy ladies rub your tit's if you
Fuck with a dope boy!
Hands
a stick
Like ya boy Sidney Crosby
Smoke a lot of bud
From my dog
Yeah, Tommy
Going all in
I don't know who can stop me
I be up in fleetwood
You know where
, had to put them shit on skates, yeah
sliding on the beat, I call it Crosby, let me lace, up
talking ain’t gon’ cut it, gotta show me what you made
down on me?
Put your hands up hold your line this ain't no robbery
Just need what's mine boy don't cry, it's just policy
I ain't choose this shit man
never hit me in a text
I take that as disrespect
So now I'm gonna diss this set of celebs
Just for the Swift effect
Don't care whether it's correct
This
Yeah, just call me Young nigga
Our money's grown though
By the way, let's go, yeah
You already know what time it is, let's go
I said I'm Young by
peeping greedy now
See me now, people call me speedy now
Known for running the quickest miles
hit and run in any town, any ground
Rules 'fore I hit it,
peeping greedy now
See me now, people call me speedy now
Known for running the quickest miles
hit and run in any town, any ground
Rules 'fore I hit it,
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