Lyrics
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Intro
Nothing but net
Breaking the bank and I’m cashing the checks
Crashing a Benz and I made it right back
I bring a pound of that weed in my hat
Verse
Bless
I put my town on the map (facts)
Better yet land on the map (facts)
Please don’t do none to my racks (facts)
Touch on my Raf, catch these hands (facts)
Fall back, fall back right now
I just never call back ow
Girl, you gotta move it right now
Show the club what you about
Who is you about?
Turn that booty ‘round
This for my Beyoncés (slay, slay)
Who slaying with the entrée (slay, trick)
They don’t be fiancés (slay, slay)
They keep this shit picante (fire)
This is for my dudes in the club gettin’ shitfaced
They get so excited if I ever drop the mixtape
Shit is ‘I Decided’ if I ever do the big take
Make ‘em go dumb, turn this shit to fifth grade
You can reach your goals if you try
I’ll worry ‘bout it later, got my hands in the sky
I got a feeling we can’t die tonight
It’s probably novacane, we’re getting’ high tonight
We scream: “fuck the five-o”
Don’t wanna smoke no more
I mean, where the fuck did I go
Roll up and smoke four more
(Like yahyah)
I just need some peace in my own mind
Own town, get down
That’s my home ground
Leave them for support when it go down
I just really gotta go now, exile
Inhale, exhale, with the chemical
You know, I know, what you came for
Bangin’ on my door after five or more
You wanna feel loose?
That’s what shots are for, girl
They wanna see me Running Man on that beat and that’s okay with me
I got plenty of moves, you gon’ see
Maybe like this and maybe like these
Maybe it’s Maybelline, maybe it’s me
And maybe it’s free, that doesn’t mean it’s any less
Chance The Rapper is free, god bless
Shoot like Kyrie, nothing but net
Need me a Kylie, ass like that
Malibu Miley, Anderson .Paak
Yes lord
I’m in love with that
And I ain’t off the top, but a tip of the hat
I’m fucking gone, I’m wild, I’m crazy
I don’t want no babies, safety first
Surf, I’m so wavy
A$AP Fergie
Put a lotta work in
Put ‘em in the dirt
Swae Lee, b
I’m stylin’
Please don’t touch my wallet
She wildin’, for all these thousands
Thousands I blow on ounces
AK, AK, spray the AK
Vacay, vacay, I don’t miss a payday
Disappointment, get the fuck out
We don’t wanna talk right now
Speaking of Get Out
Alisson Williams, I’d like to get down
Somebody get J. Peele a damn crown
Talk shit, it get back ‘round
Your shit’s in the background
You better step back now and that’s that
I carry the team like a backpack
Haters say this shit’s wack
They just fucking upset
They all wanna rap and spit facts, but they can’t
I can do both, Pete Wentz, with a xanny and a trance
(San X)
Feelin’ like I’m in the Matrix
These girls fine, your girl need a facelift
Fucking basic, have some patience
And one day, I will be the greatest
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