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Nothing Less
by S0K0
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Damn, Donny made this
I need a couple millies, yeah, nothing less
I'ma just go kill it, I'ma snap until nothing left
I'm worried 'bout a big bag, you worried about something less
Lenci' and CDG up on me, how I fucking dress
Hold up, got some shit to say, say it with yo fucking chest
If you think I don't be snapping is you fucking deaf
Man I feel like DJ Khaled, we the fucking best
Get my bag up, I ain't done unless
I get a couple milli to retire
And you think yo shit be hot but we really is on fire
Remember we done got kicked out, acting silly up in Meijer
Point the chop, make it sing like it really is a choir
Shit a billi I require, everyday I'ma grind for it
What lil' bro got? That's a nine, pour it
This a SRT, wanna hear that bitch whine? Floor it, yeah
On the highway hit a hundred, bitch, I'm soaring
Soaring in this bitch, yeah, I'm touring with a stick
And the kid be fly as hell like a Delorean in this bitch
Lil' bro got that muddy cup, he pouring in the Tris
Trackhawk sound just like a lion, it's roaring in the whip
Yeah, yeah, just like a lion
Said you wanna run up on me, lil' bitch, don't fucking try it
Said you ain't a pussy, you on timing, I don't fucking buy it
I be fly as hell with this drip but I'm not no pilot
Fuck the mileage, finna take the coupe out, race it high speeds
Try to think if yo life really worth it for you try me
Chop make him run, hit some jumping jacks and high knees
Big ass bag is the only thing that I need
You can't find me, stay out the way living lowkey
You act just like a hoe, you could never hoe me
If you need a verse that shit ain't a low fee
Anything I got, I got it with my own feet
Bitches acting like they know me, you ain't never meet Sok'
Got my racks up, used to just be dead broke
Got the Track what I want next, the Vette, Ghost
Eighteen living yo dream, yeah, that's the best boast
You lying to yourself if you think I ain't the best here
You seeing where I'm at, but not what it took to get here
I ain't finna go back to sleep until the check clear
Went up so damn fast it's like I took a jet here
Took a jet to the top, yeah, I ran it up the fastest
Now I'm chilling in a mansion up in fucking Calabasas
I was just finishing songs up in motherfucking classes
If you can't see that we up, get yo motherfucking glasses
Damn, Donny made this
I need a couple millies, yeah, nothing less
I'ma just go kill it, I'ma snap until nothing left
I'm worried 'bout a big bag, you worried about something less
Lenci' and CDG up on me, how I fucking dress
Hold up, got some shit to say, say it with yo fucking chest
If you think I don't be snapping is you fucking deaf
Man I feel like DJ Khaled, we the fucking best
Get my bag up, I ain't done unless
I get a couple milli to retire
And you think yo shit be hot but we really is on fire
Remember we done got kicked out, acting silly up in Meijer
Point the chop, make it sing like it really is a choir
Shit a billi I require, everyday I'ma grind for it
What lil' bro got? That's a nine, pour it
This a SRT, wanna hear that bitch whine? Floor it, yeah
On the highway hit a hundred, bitch, I'm soaring
Soaring in this bitch, yeah, I'm touring with a stick
And the kid be fly as hell like a Delorean in this bitch
Lil' bro got that muddy cup, he pouring in the Tris
Trackhawk sound just like a lion, it's roaring in the whip
Yeah, yeah, just like a lion
Said you wanna run up on me, lil' bitch, don't fucking try it
Said you ain't a pussy, you on timing, I don't fucking buy it
I be fly as hell with this drip but I'm not no pilot
Fuck the mileage, finna take the coupe out, race it high speeds
Try to think if yo life really worth it for you try me
Chop make him run, hit some jumping jacks and high knees
Big ass bag is the only thing that I need
You can't find me, stay out the way living lowkey
You act just like a hoe, you could never hoe me
If you need a verse that shit ain't a low fee
Anything I got, I got it with my own feet
Bitches acting like they know me, you ain't never meet Sok'
Got my racks up, used to just be dead broke
Got the Track what I want next, the Vette, Ghost
Eighteen living yo dream, yeah, that's the best boast
You lying to yourself if you think I ain't the best here
You seeing where I'm at, but not what it took to get here
I ain't finna go back to sleep until the check clear
Went up so damn fast it's like I took a jet here
Took a jet to the top, yeah, I ran it up the fastest
Now I'm chilling in a mansion up in fucking Calabasas
I was just finishing songs up in motherfucking classes
If you can't see that we up, get yo motherfucking glasses
