Lyrics:
signs?
'Cause we gon throw 'em up and we gon give 'em hang time
I got white, I got brown; sell it at the same time
That's that James Brown, and that's that
all day I benefit
Wait my, whole name bout to get it in
This year, they gon know me by the end of it
I don't give a fuck if you don'tlike me
Im
x-rated no condom
I throw a prayer up and God on it
I promise
Favor 2 DoorDash
My frenemies mad give a poor laugh
I'm rich in the spirit got more splash
Watch em laugh laugh laugh laugh laugh like a hyena
Taking a chance wouldn't last if you ask Mr. Martyr
Watch em laugh laugh laugh laugh laugh like
Another blunt in rotation yeah
We consistent wit it
I ain't nobody special but
I ain't one to fit in
I just give em the smoke
And let em get
[Talking]
Yo, it's T2 and S.L.A.B
It's a remix, yes sir
[Trae]
They say that I'm not wrecking, I'm about to teach 'em a lesson
How niggaz get
the remix
But many hands make light work
I'ma show you all what a fiend is
Have me lean with it cuz I rocked a ninja
In a group of curses I'm the big hitter
of the biggest earners
See you tried to wind me up it was getting tekky
I was watching Youtube, Remix to Keisha and Becky
Even tried to trick me and go for
I like it when you say my name .
This is a state of emergency
What ya?ll want me to do, I'm sorry hahaha
I'm back bitches
I ain?t letting you go
to a T (tee), Ya'll ain't fuckin with me
[Verse]
Whoever it was that said carrots (karots) was good for ya sight
Must've never came across a rock this bright
I
Apple cut the check im nike yeah i just do it
I built this brick by brick u see me gaining ground
I'm like pac on these beats the way i get around
Two
Let's get it
All this money and the
Fame no go change me
I just wanna make my
Money on a daily
I pray to god make my
Enemies no laugh me ye
I just wanna
can't fit 'em all inside my OJ
So I just take half and bust 'em out
I give the rest to Master Gee so he can shock the house
It was twelve o'clock one
they gave me they ass to kiss
I remember I'm by myself, I had to hit that lick (I did)
I didn't ever call for backup, I didn't need it for shit (for
You give me no satisfaction
What's the point if this just practice
Money adding never subtracting
You can smell it out the bag
Still you must that
popped
Trap house got me dancing
That rock ain't Marilyn Manson
Can't wait to sign my deal
And blow all my advances
I give em second chances
They try
Yo, I don't think I could use any more beats from that guy
It's from the same guy called Wolfing Progress
Here we go with this remix
Yo
I'm K-Boyd
watch this!)
Kali baby, I guess I'm back at it again
Lemme laugh at 'em again
Cause they know I write the back out of a pen
Holy moly get going nobody
will tell it
I give Johnson the magic
Please don't call me an addict
If you doing this for fame I understand your use of adlibs
It's the rap game yo give
Turning my wrist in the pot it is work
Ain't putting in work
You the man on your turf
Oh your a rapper, boy give me your verse
This shit was the worse
Now
I aint one to brag,
but you done made me hav to get in my bag,
ooooh, yep,
there it is, there it go,
fall in love with these women I barely know,
ten
no longer cry for you, no more pain
Bitch, you took me for granted
Took my heart and ran it straight into the planet
Into the dirt, I can no longer
leave a witness
And if we do, we gone have to remix it
He don't know me why the fuck is he dissing
He dropped a tape but ain't nobody listen
You was
gutta baby who ain't scared to put it down for me,
See this the remix shawty ima keep the cash coming,
Don't guess who played the track and fast
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