Lyrics

I got rubber bands in my right hand Diamond shine like the light man I just pop a blue xan Only picking up the plug man Google translate what the plug saying The gas it come from foreign lands I get it on demand I ain't playing ain't no rook Diamonds in my hands wanna dance now you shook I aint linking up no plans what you saying you ain't book I remember reaching out sent them links you ain't look Now I'm doing shows Got a lot of hoes Got designer on my body and a lot at home With supreme on my chest Superman flows In that lab Johnny test and I'm getting Os Looking at my past used to laugh now you miss me Remember 8th grade all my friends used to diss me I be by myself got a problem just hit me Wit me and myself with the drum singing Whitney I met with the plug and that boy Japanese Send me a payment to feature with me People back home they don't listen to me But I Still I got love for my home in jersey Now I'm doing shows Got a lot of hoes Got designer on my body and a lot at home With supreme on my chest Superman flows In that lab Johnny test and I'm getting Os I Remember last year had a hole in my roshis Didn't have a dime mason pay for my hochi Gotta Get to that money real time like a mosby VIP section we came from the nosebleeds Remember last year in the club couldn't get in Now I'm with promoters booking shows money stackin Nike on my check with supreme onna back end Make it on my own but I'm still playing Tight end I'm keeping to myself people think no manners No habla dinero I don't speak Spanish I see how you looking you want me to vanish Go make yaself useful and make me a sandwich I Got 22 grams imma roll for the one week Almost quit so many times used to think it wasn't for me And I Almost got arrested with J Dooley inna front seat Now I'm doing shows on my own you can't touch me Just Play me a beat give me gas and I'm snapping All of the nights till the morning be rapping Straight to the bus dollar tree had to check in Now when they come to my city they check in They callin my phone but don't leave me no message Callin my girl and we get straight to sexing You look at my body my diamonds they flexing Some people they love me or find me perplexing I got rubber bands in my right hand Diamond shine like the light man I just pop a blue zan Only picking up the plug man Google translate what the plug saying The gas it come from foreign lands Big yellow truck Henny plug onna backend Did it on my own got betrayed by my best friend Anyone who mess with my brother you a dead man Circle got tighter when I cut off the loose ends Flaming hot Cheetos onna road and I'm snacking Crazy how them people ain't mess with me back then Now I'm with my brothers inna uber laughing They still don't believe imma make it in rapping Stop all that lying girl you know you don't miss me We had a past do you want you a cookie You wanna impress me be real when not looking With Fanta my ice and my man straight from Brooklyn
Writer(s): Chima Anyanwu Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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