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Wildin
Stalin
Run to the money like sonic
Whoa
I'm widin', what the fuck am i signing
Designer my body i'm styling
Trap hard till i find it, yeah
Money on your head lil nigga i don't know why you wildin'
All these that i met they just coming through my drive way, yeah
It's only my niggas imma ride for, yeah
It's only my niggas imma die for, yeah
But shawty she just trippin why you lie for, yeah
Free my bros out them cages this is my court, yeah
Young then i started off with dirty shoes
Went to town with some dirty boots
I was hanging out in the nerdy school
And now i'm with my broskis
I'm proud i need a trophy
And now she claim that she know me
Like tricky school like four three
My feature watch your rollie
They ring my line like holy
Like quit that you don't know me
And imma keep going hard till they call me OG
Never talk to the police, nigga snitching on my homie
Shoutout broski Jovi, she ride me like a pony
I just tell her show me, niggas used to hate back then i was lonely
Now they wanna show me love, is it cause a nigga up?
I'm too high and i'm stuck, shawty wanna give it up
Going hard and shitted luck, STN my clique we up
Now she wanna kiss and hug, and now she wetter then a rug
She pleading guess i need a pub, only real ones in my blunt
If it bros i got 'nough, red dotty in the blunt
Shawty tryna treat me rough
'Member when i came klutch, yeah
Lil nigga i'm shit that you can't flush
I'm widin', what the fuck am i signing
Designer my body i'm styling
Trap hard till i find it, yeah
Money on your head lil nigga i don't know why you wildin'
All these that i met they just coming through my drive way, yeah
It's only my niggas imma ride for, yeah
It's only my niggas imma die for, yeah
But shawty she just trippin why you lie for, yeah
Free my bros out them cages this is my court, yeah
All my niggas they locked for time
Ya'll stole off my grind
It's a gold i gotta find
These hoes just give their mind
Like gold i gotta shine
Put a four in the eight no nine
Never ate like all night
From the bottom yeah i gotta get it
For my family yeah i gotta win it
Peregrine you can call it spinach
Yes i won't meet how he know i hit it
Ice getting colder, Spanish bitch like hola
I drink the hate like it's cola
I'm in the sky with a refa
Case a hero with a nina
I was on the block with a ball like fifa
Yeah, yeah and i was in the hut like they can't see us
Yeah, i can't stop until i get me a freezer
From my OG i learned how to get the re-up
I'm widin', what the fuck am i signing
Designer my body i'm styling
Trap hard till i find it, yeah
Money on your head lil nigga i don't know why you wildin'
All these that i met they just coming through my drive way, yeah
It's only my niggas imma ride for, yeah
It's only my niggas imma die for, yeah
But shawty she just trippin why you lie for, yeah
Free my bros out them cages this is my court, yeah
Writer(s): Lawrence Smith, Jalil Hutchins, Marcus Edwards
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