ANOTHER ONE

Live Nation gave me Ms to do my dougie on you hoes Keep yo comments to yoself bitch I made this for my bros I start writing once it dropped I aint even let it load You take hitboy you take Mali you add me and you got gold I really do this shit foreal boy don't ask me what I sold I'm like Wade to KP they hit me to break the code Every time I hear a beat I hit 7 on the dice Wanna do a song with me why you playin with yo life Flow water but it's room temp I aint got no ice Made a hunnit proud 2 pay and I even set no price I wake up and live my life Smoke my weed and make some hits sell out everywhere I go could a give fuck about yo list They know the voice when you best Close yo eyes and take a guess I be trying not to flex But I shot this with my left Nigga stop fucking playing cll this time been takin less Hitboy play a beat and ima eat til nothing left Bitch I grew up near the crest College park to be exact Niggas say they from where I'm from We like nigga where you at Hit Lc for some days I might come back with a plaque cin't gotta ask me I'm from You hear the beat The west is back Ran up an M I need another one I do what I want Yeah I'm my mothers son Bitch I'm really him I ain't the other one Hit boy made a blap We got another one Ran up an M I need another one I do what I want Yeah I'm my mothers son Bitch I'm really him I ain't the other one Hit boy made a blap We got another one We got another one We got another one We got another one We got another one We got another one Shipment coming cross in a hundred drums Chuck a hundred bands Like a hundred pounds of trash while they bouncing ass I'm smacking in these lil' n****s face F**k a gram I take an eighth to face I'm sitting on mountains of the cake blowing cake Staking up my stakes have you laid up in a lake Got a chip on my shoulder Banana chips in my holster Gone off banana kush blowing like a roadster Look both ways ‘fore you cross me Washington and Fair Oaks I'm a dangerous cross street Play with something safe, don't play with your fate Big Hit and LaRussell outchea playing with cake I been playing these pianos, real black sopranos Pops black Rambo poppin bands it's mando Ran up an M I need another one I do what I want Yeah I'm my mothers son Bitch I'm really him I ain't the other one Hit boy made a blap We got another one Ran up an M I need another one I do what I want Yeah I'm my mothers son Bitch I'm really him I ain't the other one Hit boy made a blap We got another one We got another one We got another one We got another one We got another one