Lately (feat. 46Cal)
ZEDE
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Lately I been in my bag Bosses inside of a Jag Turn me up, Turn me up, on the beat Turn me up too bro It's forty six Lately I been in my bag I'm a boss that's inside of a Jag No they can't touch just like tag So we tuckin' extended mags I'm a dog off the lease on the track It just be slap or HiTech My bankroll big like Shaq I was broke and I cannot go back She like the way that my cuban glisten She tell me she love me but I ain't gone listen Cuz I know these bitches be tricking She blow up my phone cuz I'm what she missin Had to cut her off she tripping Shorty fuckin up my vision Tryna touch a milli, palms itching Can't waste my time, time ticking Promise I'll win do whatever it takes Run it up like a race Push on the gas barely touching the brakes I ain't have a penny had to make some shake Lately I been seeing green Pop out clean like Listerine Glock with a beam, designer jeans I'm heating up I'm sizzling Laser vision, some like the beam I don't get excited things never what they seem Fresh godamn, some like Listerine Baked with the soda no Mr Clean Too much swag, not enough cash Shorty she love when I hit from the back Smokin on loud, smokin' on pack Shorty you mid you smokin' on that Smokin on loud ain't no mids perc thirties, perc thirties Tell a lie don't tell a fib Babes all with me in my crib Lately I been in my bag I'm a boss that's inside of a Jag No they can't touch just like tag So we tuckin' extended mags I'm a dog off the lease on the track It just be slap or HiTech My bankroll big like Shaq I was broke and I cannot go back Lately I been in my bag I'm a boss that's inside of a Jag No they can't touch just like tag So we tuckin' extended mags I'm a dog off the lease on the track It just be slap or HiTech My bankroll big like Shaq I was broke and I cannot go back Bitch I get busy I hustle like Nipsy Boy Imma pop just like soda I'm fizzy Boy that's no lie, no cap, no kizzy Run through the six with my woes like I'm Drizzy She don't want love, she want lust Shorty'll bug when I hit from the front Back in the woods wrap it up with the Runtz I let her drain all my funds She don't want love but she want my soul Take these drugs they make me whole Take one for the team, take one for the soul F*ck probation, f*ck parole Now I'm facing blunts on the road My mind pacing give a f*ck about a hoe Tag team racing straight to the goal Flippin' that purp on the low Gucci my shirt, don't want no problems Like my designer imma cop them Baby take it slow Ain't no drama, ain't no drama I told them get off my dick Ain't enough room for your bitch Codeine I pour me a six, Codeine I pour me a six I had to hustle by bricks, I had to hustle by bricks I had to hustle my shit, I had to hustle my shit No cap in this bitch, No cap in this bitch I had to hustle by bricks I'm okay with you shawty Go away with you shawty I'm always with you shawty
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Written by: Caleb Turner, Zachary Sciarrotta
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