Lyrics: BabyCurtis
Music: Bryce Curtis
(Uh huh)
(Yeah that, yeah that, yeah that, yeah that)
(Huh)
I made it this far did this shit on my own
Better move smart or you won’t make it home
Got a whole lot of heart when I carry this chrome
Rolled a tre five im boutta get in my zone
No call of duty might hit at a opp while I prone
Bitch tryna argue with me better lower your tone
Niggas wasn’t ****in with me I was broke like a bone
Miss being a kid I’m hating that fact that I’m grown
I ain’t ****ing with niggas we ain’t getting along
**** one gorilla I’ll switch King Kong
This shit getting wicked gotta stay with a bomb
If you run up too fast you get smoked like a bong
We boutta be rich we stayed down for so long
If you going thru shit you just gotta stay strong
We little boy OPPs make them cry to they mom
I ain’t fighting nobody won’t go like king Von
I’m chasing these dollars ain’t chasing no bitch
Might pop out the cut on they ass like a stitch
Ball hogging all year I don’t do no-
B-ball hogging all year I don’t do no assist
Think you one up on me imma show you a twist
Treat an opp like Finn nigga I’m the litch
Bra keep doing pills now he got an itch
Nigga forcing my hand he get burned to a crisp
I made it this far did this shit on my own
Better move smart or you won’t make it home
Got a whole lot of heart when I carry this chrome
Rolled a tre five im boutta get in my zone
No call of duty might hit at a opp while I prone
Bitch tryna argue with me better lower your tone
Niggas wasn’t ****in with me I was broke like a bone
Miss being a kid I’m hating that fact that I’m grown
I made it this far did this shit on my own
Better move smart or you won’t make it home
Got a whole lot of heart when I carry this chrome
Rolled a tre five im boutta get in my zone
No call of duty might hit at a opp while I prone
Bitch tryna argue with me better lower your tone
Niggas wasn’t ****in with me I was broke like a bone
Miss being a kid I’m hating that fact that I’m grown