Lyrics: David Amata
Music: David Amata
All these nggas throwin fits
So i jus been puttin em on
When i get racks i hit the mall
That nigga broke aint gotta band uh huh
Dont talk to bitches they just come to me
But take it easy on the contact
I only worry bout economy
They always askin where yo mind at
Im onna skateboard step back back back
Cant you see that im grinding
Richard millie audemars
I jus rlly gotta find the right timing
But i worried bout assignments
See me smokin and they kno whats goin on
They kno its potent in my climate
Im wit yo baby girl and u dont know what she be doin
Told me she gon ride it
They gon say im cappin so i had to write it
I told that shawty she can stop
But she keep on going now ik she got the mileage
I can tell the fake from the real
And i coulda told u that if i had my eyelids
Closed
And u can try put it in the ground
U cant bury it now cause iβm diggin it out
Told my haters they can suck on my balls
Cause all these niggas is lost they got dick in they mouth
And u aint even kno im the boss
U aint know why u lost u aint figured it out
And lately i been gettin my cash
I been back in my bag but yall stuck inna drought
And u prolly thought i was finished
But nigga i aint even start yet
U finna see me inna stars yuh
These niggas copy what i do copy how i move niggas aint evolving
I been chillin wit my crew u know what it do
Yk how we ballin
All these nggas throwin fits
So i jus been puttin em on
When i get racks i hit the mall
That nigga broke aint gotta band uh hu
Dont talk to bitches they just come to me
But take it easy on the contact
I only worry bout economy
They always askin where yo mind at