LYRIC

OK , Yooo

Don't play Or change faces
Change names never change places
I keep swishers & some big faces
Feelin like Kayne so amazing

Trap boy just the life that I choose
The real large how can I lose
Go & ball tell I can shoot
All I ever rolled is fruits
Had to grind drop out of school
In a foreign just hit a jug
This the realest I ever wrote
Had to go get the loot
Dab on ya' count that loot
Only god can judge the way I'm move
I know what to do
I just want gula what's the rules
I'm in the streets you wonderin' who
Look like I hit the lotto
Sign my name on the check
At the bottom
Plug I can't drop it
You can't test my logic
How you gon' test me
You don't have no pockets
Hey I'm steady winnin'
You know I'm doin' numbers
Get it how ya' want it your money
I just want the hundreds , commas
Chill out get a pair
Everyday I'll go get some L's
In the studio blow it there
Independent I got my own flavor
Zip for the low cost you 300
Never thought I'd be a drummer
Round here blow an onion
It's nothin' hot boy so no judge me
Aye

Trap boy just the life that I choose
The real large how can I lose
Go & ball tell I can shoot
All I ever rolled is fruits
Had to grind drop out of school
In a foreign just hit a jug
This the realest I ever wrote
Had to go get the loot
Dab on ya' count that loot
Only god can judge the way I'm move
I know what to do
I just want gula what's the rules
I'm in the streets you wonderin' who
Really accept the path I'm zoomin'
Work instead read a book then
Listen to my life & started lookin'
Had hustle to get Out the woods ya'
I'm not biting this how I stood up
Fl boy this how we eat juggin'
You don't got to have none
You got to be blowin'
Owe no one chances I just took 'em
Chances I just took 'em
Booking just beat the Case
Blue hundreds ,blue face, Face 'em
I look at you that's a wasted
Work on me building up my Name ya
Killa don't say none about it
233 holes in your body
Dont know nothin' bout it
Dont know nothin' bout me
Woa

Trap boy just the life that I choose
The real large how can I lose
Go & ball tell I can shoot
All I ever rolled is fruits
Had to grind drop out of school
In a foreign just hit a jug
This the realest I ever wrote
Had to go get the loot
Dab on ya' count that loot
Only god can judge the way I'm move
I know what to do
I just want gula what's the rules
I'm in the streets you wonderin' who

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