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Okay, guess I'm feel the envy okay, like they gonna hate
Why they think they can get up with me
No way, like these niggas followin' waves
Told cuz if he was try to cross me
Make sure that you look both ways
Like this shit ah get tact anyday

Got Zone in the front and G Zo in the rear
Like this shit ah get tact, they ain't scared
They talk like they with it, but really be
Scared
Gang told me just keep makin' hits
See, I got a vision, that shit crystal clear
Ain't no way I can stop goin' in

Can't stop makin' hits swear this shit, my career
All my niggas, they all bout they bread
We gotta ball hard 23, it's our year
Shawty, see how them young niggas lit
Took over the sections, they know what it is
After that, then it's back to the crib back out the Remy, we don't do the beers

Then we just flame up the Za
Lil' Momma straight blowin' my phone, girl I'm fried
Ask Q to check the PSI
The artist is back, heavy pressure applied
For the fam, kno I gotta provide
This shit been a journey, like, not gonna lie
Kinda crazy, just started, it felt like a journey can't stop, it's one hell of a ride

Like, wait, now lil shorty on the ride
She singing, Tek It while a nigga inside
She stepped in the booth, said she caught a vibe
Hit up flex with a motion got waves like a tide
But wait, let's talk on the factual
When you would down, everybody would laugh at you
Then when you up, they gon' act like they proud of you

Back to reality, these niggas mad at you
Foe' in the spot, he dressed up like a casual
Soon as this shit ah go left, it get tactical
Right or wrong, I'ma go down with my brothers foe'
I cannot stop till I get me a hundred, bro

I need a one and six O's before decimals
Anything less what the f*ck, unacceptable
I do this shit for the times I ain't have to do dude
Pour up the Hen, but the Rem is preferable
Shorty, she givin' me brain and that shit is impeccable

I just might roll up a wood or two
Now shawty say I'm her man, you could call me bae
But I am not with the relations boo
Hold on
They know my bop Mr.SnapinnaStu gotta go harder

On the bros, dawg, look
Pockets on fat, that shit like a snowball
Like, these niggas really be fans
Dick riding, tryna act tough for his mans

These niggas live on the gram
I don't got the time, I'm chasin' these bands
Could still run it up off the grams
I changed for the better, yes, nigga, I did

I'm tryna cop me a Benz
GLE Coupe, man this shit not a dan'
Voices , they were just all in my head
Was tellin' me quit, now they tell me go in

One in my ear told me keep goin' crazy
And droppin', he see that I'm back on my shit
Okay, guess I'm feel the envy
Okay, like they gonna hate

Why they think they can get up with me
No way, like these niggas followin' waves
Told cuz, if you was try to cross me
Make sure that you look both ways

Like, this shit ah get tact anyday
Got zone in the front, and G Zo in the rear
Like, this shit ah get tact, we ain't scared
They talk like they with it, but really be scared

Gang told me jus keep makin' hits
See, I got a vision, that shit, cuz too clear
Ain't no way I could stop goin' in
Can't stop makin' hits, swear this shit my career

All my niggas, they all bout they bread
We gotta ball hard, 23 it's our year
Shorty, see how them young niggas lit
Took over the sections, they know what it is

After that, then it's back to the crib
Back out the Remy, we don't do the beers
Then we just flame up the Za
Lil' momma straight blowin' my phone, girl, I'm fried

Ask Q to check the PSI
The artist is back heavy pressure applied, gang

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