Lyrics

I don't care! (We gon call this one the Arone air out) I don't give a fuck! (The Arone air out) You think I'm pressed? (Whore) I already knew about yo, yo, yo fuckboy tendencies is what you was doing for attention (Yooooooo) OK? Yeah I'm talking my shit bruh For attention, cause that's what you did it for One monkey never stop the show you know I be on the go And they hate me on the low cause I be fucking they hoes I be on point won't catch me slippin won't turn me to a ghost I keep my friends far away, I keep my enemies close Heard we beefing with them niggas from around the way But we don't see them they be hiding staying out the way Heard we beefing with them niggas from around the way (Ain't no beef) But we don't see them they be hiding staying out the way Ain't no pressure watch em fold when it hit the fan My only focus for the day is "Reela get them bands" Don't let no monkey stop the show, they know we glowing up Even got some patnas from the Locks and they all know what's up I see the hatred, I embrace it as my own though They get a couple plays and acting like they known though The difference is being real is what I'm known for Ya homie put you on ya bread that ain't ya own dough Spun The Block They ain't see us coming, so we spun the block Ain't sweating none of y'all man they know we coming hot We started at the bottom now they know we run the top I got a bag for me to get, it ain't no stunting opps, yeah It ain't no pressure just watch em fold They get online, and start to get bold Them people round you won't give you protection Mad that we made it I feel like I'm Jetson Feel Like I'm Mike Will or Hype Will make a movie on yo set I killed the show and then I go ahead and smoothly count a check This is Broward boy ha, right outside of CC The way I'm coming in for this title man they gotta see me Spin the block on you boys, if you need a repeat Only me Dre and Arone and yeah you know we three deep Yelling out gang gang, imma let my chain hang Asking Reela what you doing not just tryna maintain Talking his story her story, I need both of em The real folk who be cheering for me, I'm the GOAT to them The underdog of this rap, I'm putting hope for them And all the politicking in this I'm exposing them I got a small circle aye, so watch how you come around On the way to run the county but for now we run the town, yeah They ain't see us coming, so we spun the block Ain't sweating none of y'all man they know we coming hot We started at the bottom now they know we run the top I got a bag for me to get, it ain't no stunting opps, yeah They ain't see us coming, so we spun the block Ain't sweating none of y'all man they know we coming hot We started at the bottom now they know we run the top I got a bag for me to get, it ain't no stunting opps, yeah Spun it, spun it, spun it, spun it, oh Spun it, spun it, spun it, spun it, oh Spun it, spun it, spun it, spun it, oh
Writer(s): Kenny Noel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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