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Steppin to the right wipe me down man
steppin to the left with your stunner frames
by this time the world know what to do
its goin down 2 steppin
Money only thing I chase ya
Big ol backwoods to the face ay
Am I wrong or right
I can't decide I
Told myself
I was just living my life
I told you
I
goin' insane
I can't think about life, all these thoughts on my brain
Wreck em', fuck em', knock em' down with the crane
Came a long way with this shit,
on the
Yeah
Shorty I need you to come my way
I know that you see the way I'm running things
Make no mistake
Girl I got player ways
Ain't tryna conversate
Bout
Ain't worried 'bout drama the things they might say
'Cause I'm livin' good while they're stuck in their ways
Got my brothers with me in your city goin' up
Know a lot of thumpers goin rabbid just to get the green
End up holding sticks. shit, i know the way the carrot swing
But the road less walked what
But uh
It's all good until I get my first scuff and I'm like
Hell Naw ain't no way
(What's wrong)
Man he den stepped on my Jay's
Stepped on my Jays
He
to learn the truth will be yo' extermination
That's why we gotta put the bullshit to rest
Excuse me, I'm 'bout to get some shit off my chest
Niggas is
Ain't never gonn stop
No matter the things i dey go or see things that i seen man im never gonn stop
Bite off the bad vibes outta my soul alligator
to spit mo supafly
than Donald Goins
this game is so damn hemrigin
that I be delivin
these niggas don't understand my shit
but they surrendurin
cause you'll be the last ass to blast fast
Way, above the rim
Word to Birdie I'm from Jersey leavin niggaz actin nerdy
Back sturdy, my dirt, by my lonely,
don't u think to intervene
Yea my flow is mean
Have niggas crying like woah is me
All the weed I smoke is Putin
While I roll a Russian Creme
The way that
didn't have to tell me that my Son life was finished
I guess his heart never knew the love that was in it
Yeah, word up, goin back
If your heart stop
I been goin' through some things lately
Coolin' by my dolo in the late evening
Tilt my cup for my homies who ain't here
I don't think that anyone can
know that they quite mad
They stay, tellin' me "no" and all I say is "try again" while I laugh and I clap
Feelin' it, feelin' it, goin' in all the way
perfect
Per minute, per second, and yo, you gotta reck-
On with Fashion, cause by the way I'm rippin things
Whoever thinks I take a loss has hamstrings
Numbers
(Written by: Landon Allen)
(Chorus)
I got the numbers
Pull up in 10, we runnin the city my n**** don’t run up
It’s just a 5 star thing
My forehead's sweaty, my eyelids heavy, feeling like I ain't goin' make it
Cause inside my head's like a firework show in the 4th July in Las Vegas
masked up
Bitch you know that I'm muhfucking sick of em
Bitch I'm having my way
If you ain't gettin' paid
And it ain't bout the dollars you know i'm
going no where but out the door on a stretcher
Boy, I'm a get you
Wet y'all niggas up like a pool
'Cause I done told you, y'all goin' make me lose my
(same here, just smashin')
(How the fam?) they all good my nigga, thanks for askin'
You and yours?
We all blessed, things ain't too bad
Still
picture perfect life you lie 'bout in your captions
(Mmm-mmm-mmm)
When I was down, I swear they made me feel inferior (straight up)
Judgin' me by my
at all time
So I tote my strap in the hood and all time
But respect ain't just something that?s understood in our time
Especially by our kind man I hate it
at all time
So I tote my strap in the hood and all time
But respect ain't just something that?s understood in our time
Especially by our kind man I hate it
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