Lyrics
(I ain't got no fans, I got feens hoe)
I'm going up gotta lot of you big mad
Last time I trusted a bitch that shit had me big sad
I said I don't fuck with nobody I trust in a big bag
Take over the V.I.P., step in with the riff raff
I'm doing good that's why you don't like me
Ran up 50k in a white tee
Undercovers, they still tryna sight me
I got enemies still tryna fight me
Paintin' a picture lyrics so vivid
You know its valid if you really did it
Kilos in the back of the civic
Crossin' the border I'm hopin' we clear it
Coke money too easy
I'm tryna change
There's pain in the streets
I got the baddies on me (Why?)
Cause this cracker got cheese
In the back of the V, packin' the coca, the pack from Belize
Masked up on all socials, I'm on probation ain't tryna be seen
How you movin' so open? How you so lax with your team?
I'm movin like Sosa same triple beam since a teen
I'm movin like Oprah, generous with my green
If I'm eatin we all eatin, provide more then just g's
Cookout for my hood, that was a hunna pounds of meat
Everybody eatin' good everybody eatin' free
Everybody can't compete
You fumbled your bag and now you mad at me
Everybody can't compete
You fumbled your bag and now you mad at me
I'm going up gotta lot of you big mad
Last time I trusted a bitch that shit had me big sad
I said I don't fuck with nobody I trust in a big bag
Take over the V.I.P., step in with the riff raff
I'm doing good that's why you don't like me
Ran up 50k in a white tee
Undercovers, they still tryna sight me
I got enemies still tryna fight me
Paintin' a picture lyrics so vivid
You know its valid if you really did it
Kilos in the back of the civic
Crossin' the border I'm hopin' we clear it
Ay Ay
It's the Brickgod, yuh
Big Skip, 8000
Yawready know
Ay throw up your 8's
Yeah
Ay, big up Neal
Writer(s): Brick God, Skipskool
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