Fleet (feat. Jak Dixson & Waybao)
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I hit that hoe from the back Smokin on gas yeah I'm smokin on pack Tryna get rich off of rap Most of these niggas get rich off of cap I wanna cop me a Bentley She said you got money I said I got plenty I die and come back yeah I feel like I'm Kenny Yo hoe at my crib then she sucked on my jimmy She sucked on my meat My diamonds they shining they jump to the beat I'm feeling like Franklin I shoot at police A nigga try me he get left in the streets Shoutout to Murda for making the beat I ball like LeBron when he played for the Heat Nigga I pull up I don't like to tweet Gotta get to the top so my niggas can eat You niggas is gay man you niggas is sweet You got a gang well I got a fleet He got a fleet then I got the gang So lemme just show you how I'm in this thang I don't need Fiji on me when I pull up with three Ain't no need to be flexin' when I got the heat Best believe I got homies with me When I pull up to meet cause we chasing the green When I pull up for three I don't care about D If she suckin' on him then she suckin' on me Shut the f*ck up if you ain't slide through to get meat Cause we chillin' with homies just smokin' on trees Don't talk no more shit if you ain't gonna back it Crew like some snow cause we keeping it packin' Multiply money then count while it's adding Got all of this money, swear to god I be laughing Laugh to the bank, bars filled wit hate Best rapper in this whole motha fuckin' state Gon' be on top ain't no way it's too late Swear to god I'm the G.O.A.T. when I come at this rate These niggas bitches man these niggas fake I got your bitch wet like a motha fuckin' lake' Me and WaYBaO like Future and Drake Yeah I jump out the gym bitch I feel like I'm Blake Diamonds they dancin' I need me a mil cause I need me a mansion Pop me a pill then I drip in high fashion Niggas is bitches man y'all ain't 'bout action Yeah y'all ain't 'bout action Shoutout Diego my nigga that G.O.A.T. I am so high that I think I might float My granny passed out when she seen the bank note My bro got the tool it might be in his coat I'm smoking on dank yeah I think I might choke Might buy me a Benz to go get me a boat I come back to life like a motha fuckin' ghost A bitch get to trippin get hit with the hose Hit with the hose cause bitches be dirty Hit with the hose cause bitches be thirsty Ass so fat with some hips so curvy Dick in your bitch got her beggin' for mercy Wildin' out man I need to be tame If she cheating on you then I am to be blamed I f*ck with you rappers as much as you lames Cause your bitch give me stiffies like my name is James I pull up with bitches I need me some digits I'm in and I'm out in a couple of minutes I'm vicious with money no need for your business I be the type dude to make Satan religious You rappin there's crickets I'm rappin no limits My chain be so cold when I walk I be frigid You bitches straight dumb like some motha fuckin' pigeons I hit it and quit it, and let her dad deal wit it
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Written by: Connor Casteel, Kamarr Peoples
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