Lyrics

Imma do my thang, bitch they know that Never lose a game, shit that's no cap I go too insane, I can't hold back I can't move the same as these slow cats Thought they knew the name, it's a known fact Walk into the place, they get blown back Shots right to his face cuz he a mole rat God gon give him grace, now where the pole at I remember popping pills, but I ain't have prescriptions I ain't ever got a deal, but I stay mad persistent Had to flex on y'all for real, they hate on Mak consistent They can't catch the ball I kill they game, I'm damn proficient Yes I'm professional, the pressure never press me bro Another echelon, I'm destined for the best you know Can't fuck with messy hoes, ain't stressing they get left alone So what I'm lesser known, ain't resting cuz I'm next to blow I'm smoking medical, my focus is incredible My foes identical, they broke I'm thinking skeptical They code unethical, got hold of them with tentacles They so detestable, can't doze off on them decimals Want a Rolie bezel flooded frozen like some vegetables All I know is get this money wrote it on my schedule Follow code keep shit a hunnit hoe I'm so exceptional Got it so damn lit it's jumping sorta like a festival I'm highly intellectual, she grinding getting sexual They dive in my direction cuz they dying for attention bro My grind is unquestionable, these guys so impressionable My style unobjectionable, they highly disreputable I remember popping pills, but I ain't have prescriptions I ain't ever got a deal, but I stay mad persistent Had to flex on y'all for real, they hate on Mak consistent They can't catch the ball I kill they game, I'm damn proficient Yes I'm professional, the pressure never press me bro Another echelon, I'm destined for the best you know Can't fuck with messy hoes, ain't stressing they get left alone So what I'm lesser known, ain't resting cuz I'm next to blow All about my mula, let's keep it professional I be rapping, y'all be capping, let's get technical I got the tech, I got the nine, I'm at your stomach hoe A number one, I cannot run, know what I'm destined for Rolie on my wrist, and time is money thought I'd let you know Diamonds dripping off me, bitches mad they hate to see my glow My swag is untouchable, your bitches are questionable My pussy is edible, and my money keep growing, hoe I remember getting money from a fuck nigga Now I boss up, making moves on a fuck nigga EeyNJay in this bitch, you know what's up nigga Popping bitches in the face with a stack, nigga I remember popping pills, but I ain't have prescriptions I ain't ever got a deal, but I stay mad persistent Had to flex on y'all for real, they hate on Mak consistent They can't catch the ball I kill they game, I'm damn proficient Yes I'm professional, the pressure never press me bro Another echelon, I'm destined for the best you know Can't fuck with messy hoes, ain't stressing they get left alone So what I'm lesser known, ain't resting cuz I'm next to blow
Writer(s): Andrew Mcdonald Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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