Lyrics

Noo, noooo Yeah Yung Drippy Dri I run to the bag one day imma ball out Maybe I take a 3 it fuck up my back then I start to fall down It pained me You ain't want me but now I got cash so you wanna talk now Shit crazy I put my team on my back while these niggas doing diss and that cap It ain't no cap in my rap Call up OG make the pack touchdown as soon as I come to the trap You don't want smoke with the Swuul Gang team nigga you do not want none of that Sippin on wok no we don't do the tek no more used to drink out the tap Bad lil bitch she a Lightskin ting in the club she was making it clap You not my brodie I can't do a feature and I cannot give you a dap Some nigga told me that I don't get money I told em stop making me laugh Stop making me laugh I know I don't want that bitch member I was down bad on my ass, wit no cash, why you hating? Yung Drippy Dri I run to the bag one day imma ball out Maybe I take a 3 it fuck up my back then I start to fall down It pained me You ain't want me but now I got cash so you wanna talk now Shit crazy I put my team on my back while these niggas doing diss and that cap It ain't no cap in my rap Pussy boy stop all that cap No Martin Luther but I done been dreaming 'bout putting my bros on the map Bitch so thick had to tell her bend over so I could just give her a tap Free Big T we was up on the block we was totin we ain't never lack When I'm on the beat ion take no break I'm on every single fucking track Iiiiiooouuohhh Niggas hate but I'm good They just hate cause I'm great And I ball like Kevin gates Been off the porch since I was eight And I never been a snake Always running from the jakes I get money boy you late Yung 4LEXAN my running mate Yung 4LEXAN my running mate Yung 4LEXAN my running mate
Writer(s): Ben Nkwantah Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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