Listen to Versatile (feat. Gasbag Dj, J Hill & Neech) by BWMB Domo

Versatile (feat. Gasbag Dj, J Hill & Neech)

BWMB Domo

Hip-Hop/Rap

1 Shazams

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dominic Bailey
Dominic Bailey
Songwriter

Lyrics

Pull out yo clock it's time to rock pull out yo skate it's time to race Imma stash it by da tire in case Im flicked by da jakes I'm cruising in my own lane I headline my own race I say the coolest shit to bitches so they won't forget my face (Huh) Day to day grinding where dat money imma find it I rather be at home wit my son watching sonic But instead I'm taking risk thinking bout the time I missed It's shit I been post to did like ice my mouth and freeze my wrist Saving hoes don't exist that one just don't make the list All I want from a bitch is two hands wit the twist All my life I wanna ball I must be next on da list I don't condone niggas gimmicks I don't respect counterfeits (we ont respect that shit) If you ont work you don't eat you ont grind you don't shine Ain't no if ands or buts bitch I gotta get mine Don't hit my line you ain't buying cause you know time is money You gotta step on me first before you take sumn from me (gotta go all da way) (Yeah) ima home run hitta probably yo big homie killa Posted with a hoe she wanna hurt her nigga feelings I'm posted with a cuter cus I know how niggas feeling Riding around my city behind tint getting blisted I ain't posted on social media if you know me you know i'm having I ain't posted with no nigga if he grinding then he slacking My trap house do magic back doe get all the action Hit a home run on them pussy niggas that think I'm rapping Got two sons behind me they think I'm more than average But keep it G I took the average route got used to slapping Locations get switched for whoever tryna blitz Think he got the ups on me my people step on shit More motion more problems I gotta stay grounded Sack religious don't believe in droughts that just to be honest More motion more problems I gotta stay grounded Sack religious don't believe in droughts that just to be honest (Waaaan) sorry ma yo boy a menace definition of a gremlin Niggas don't want smoke wit us light em up and take a puff Now I'm right back going I called a bitch she brought her twin Crazy thing about it they alike but they ain't even kin Shit right there had blew my mind Luckily I was off Ps at the time Ps get me geeked in my element Off Ps an I'm selling it I can run through it in five Known for serving gas and beans known for hitting traps and leave Known for fucking hoes I let that go but its still apart of me (neech) I can fuck yo bitch you better hope that hoe don't step to me Designer on my body make these pussy niggas hate on me Told lil baby go on wit ya life you bet not wait on me Take from me (bow) leave a nigga head between his feet Fuck that murder talk im bout my money bring that check to me My mama and my daddy was some hustlers this shit built in me Truthfully I can tell you that these hoes gone fuck for free You pay a fee man these niggas goofy that hoe work for me All about a dolla I care less about ya problems nigga I can paint a picture wit my words dis a novel nigga Can't politic wit ya if we ain't talking bout figures nigga Aroma on my clothes make them white people look at me different Tryna change my life I see myself up in dem bigger places Praying to the lord he steer me right so I don't catch no cases She want me to drop some dick I don't worry drop location Caught another play imma have to hit that bitch another day
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