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Basically everyone asking do I got a classic
 I'm dropping another one this year
 Niggas do well under pressure
 But I'm bringing pressure
 I'm bout to go dumb or sum this year
 Ballin like T Mac in '04 when he played for Magic
 The #1 gun I'm in 10th gear
 Niggas still tryna be gang but lil nigga you random
 And nigga we know that you big weird
 Whole lotta gear
 Whole lotta
 Whole lotta ammo
 Navy seal boys all camo
 Playin' the piano
 Sosa still playing in my Lambo
 Feeling Trap Soul goin' Rambo
 You nerdy ass geeky ass niggas
 They talking that shit on the mac while we up in the bando
 Living rent free in yo head while I'm eating my snacks
 And I'm fuckin yo bitch in my sandals
 These niggas they weird as a bitch
 I just told lil bro we don't fuck with they kind I ain't answering
 These rappin ass niggas keep hitting me asking for features
 But brodie this shit is unflattering
 Got a big headed bitch she imagining
 Stats too high this shit is staggering
 Walk thru mute the fuckin chattering
 Tool go gratta-ta end his fucking gathering
 I took a chill pill I'm feeling amazing
 Smoking so loud I'm a regular patient
 Moving around with a glock like the Matrix
 Please watch what you say
 Cause this shit can get dangerous
 Okay this choppa don't miss it ain't aimless
 Aye lil brodie chill out boy it's hella surveillance
 Smoking on gas
 Big pack in a spaceship
 I'm that nigga this year
 I'm just making a statement
 Woah
 Basically everyone asking do I got a classic
 I'm dropping another one this year
 Niggas do well under pressure
 But I'm bringing pressure
 I'm bout to go dumb or sum this year
 Ballin like T Mac in '04 when he played for Magic
 The #1 gun I'm in 10th gear
 Niggas still tryna be gang but lil nigga you random
 And nigga we know that you big weird
 I'm too rich
 Clearly girl I'm too sick
 Woke up mad tryna get him hit
 Fuck that talking nigga what's his zip?
 Like damn he pissed!
 Tryna shoot the boy damn he missed!
 Bought her OnlyFans damn he simped!
 Finna fuck around and bust my wrist
 Choppa for lunch bitch we serving up dish
 Light skin lil bitch tried to suck on my dick
 I'm exhausted I'm holding a ton my wrist
 Ksubi jeans got me feeling a hunnit and shit
 In the party with Poudii we huntin and shit
 Bought my mama a house having fun with this shit
 With Lil Frosty and Tomi we blunted and shit
 Moving in tune when the money make sense
 Need the front and the back or I ain't coming lil bitch
 I'm taking off
 Shit you knew I wouldn't stay
 I'm still a rockstar
 I feel it in my veins
 I asked you voluntary
 Did you forget that day?
 Oh yes of course you did
 That's why I'm MIA
 Rocket ship in a whole nother space
 Basically everyone asking do I got a classic
 I'm dropping another one this year
 Niggas do well under pressure
 But I'm bringing pressure
 I'm bout to go dumb or sum this year
 Ballin like T Mac in '04 when he played for Magic
 The #1 gun I'm in 10th gear
 Niggas still tryna be gang but lil nigga you random
 And nigga we know that you big weird
 Whole lotta gear
 Whole lotta
 Whole lotta ammo
 Navy seal boys all camo Playin' the piano
 Sosa still playing in my Lambo
 Feeling Trap Soul goin' Rambo
 You nerdy ass geeky ass niggas
 They talking that shit on the mac while we up in the bando
 Living rent free in yo head while I'm eating my snacks
 And I'm fuckin yo bitch in my sandals
 

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Duration
02:47
Key
10
Tempo
74 BPM

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