Lyrics: Garrett Zoukis
Music: Garrett Zoukis
can’t box me in can’t fit me in it
Celine bag with the Brittany in it.
I play host like, Mike Wallace
then a hit it for like 60 minutes
I don’t pay for pussy that’s risky bidness
Canelo, you can miss me with it
lay low keep a spliffy lit
bad bish love to throw hissy fit
but I tolerate it, heads amazing
room clean and her beds amazing.
new crib that i’m decorating
new vibe can’t replicate it.
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it’s one of a kind
****ed it up like hunnids of times
got it back like 101
there no changing what’s already done
im already past it
im tryna make dollars elastic
make em stretch
no time for relaxing i
need to take a breath
been livin the fastin
where ever i’m headed i still haven’t made it yet
still haven’t made it yet
maybe i passed it -
x2
Lapped it.
Nah, go head with that shit.
They be moving goalposts to get past shit.
Way they gas be having me gaslit.
I ain’t content, with the average.
Need a bad bitch.
In a nine eleven like it’s 9/11 I be fly to death.
Said im immature, that’s why I am Ex.
Bitch im Marcus Houston, park the coup and then I lock in the roof in.
Got the youth that’s how I spark the movement.
Talking useless I do not approve it.
Drop the music and we back poppin, back copping Dries Van Notton.
Back pocket with a fat knot in, she at the pad why you pad locking.
Mad locking n*ggas cops for real.
On live cannot wait to talk for real.
Stay away from the verbal n*ggas in my circle cannot wait or box for real.
You bad baby? Well im Dr.Phil
Catch me outside drop the lo ..
what that thing like I gotta know.
I hit, vibe then I gotta go.
My time …
im already past it
im tryna make dollars elastic
make em stretch
no time for relaxing i
need to take a breath
been livin the fastin
where ever i’m headed i still haven’t made it yet
still haven’t made it yet
maybe i passed it -