Big Roam - Hoody on (Prod. By Chino Cheeze)

I'm on my shit don't know what you be on
Send em masked up wit a hoody on
Felt my last love now I'm alone
Never runnin backwards movin on to money

I'm on my shit don't know what you be on
Send em masked up wit a hoody on
Felt my last love now I'm alone
Never runnin backwards movin on to money

One time for them real bitches that ain been wasting my time lately
Know how my mindset & know exactly where this grind take me
So we spendin all our time naked & she don't mind she ain mine mainly
No time for phone convos pull up when I text her it's a go
I ain never trippin over hoes better watch ya toes cus my bro never ever leavin home without them poles
Dem boys cold them know roam been killin wit the flow
My price low but when lights go up and the ice glow yeh you gon know Im on
And you can't afford me
I pour the henny smoke the pack record then get back to the bag
I ain got no time to lack I put it in everything I have
Now I run it run it like I'm flash send em hoodied wit the mask
Yeh lost it all and got it back just part of the plan you won't understand cus you ain on the shit that I'm on

I'm on my shit don't know what you be on
Send em masked up wit a hoody on
Felt my last love now I'm alone
Never runnin backwards movin on to money

I'm on my shit don't know what you be on
Send em masked up wit a hoody on
Felt my last love now I'm alone
Never runnin backwards movin on to money

I'm on it, none of ya niggas want it
Feelin like Wayne in 06' just show me my opponent
No love my heart is frozen gifted but never open
My reputation coldest cus all this heat that's loaded you know this
I'm focus tell a hater suck a dick told my mama Ima get it told the hood I'll comin back
All the clothes be designer curtains open in the Bach
Heard them niggas wanna line me tell em line up wit the rest
We ain stressed, nah i been tryna forget the meaning been tryna get down to the reason
Money comin to me bitches wantin somethin so I'm lovin pussy never need it
Numbers go up when they feenin, got me milly rocking wit the demons
That mean I'm dancin wit the devil pushin down the pedal that's how I be chasin that bag

I'm on my shit don't know what you be on
Send em masked up wit a hoody on
Felt my last love now I'm alone
Never runnin backwards movin on to money
I'm on my shit don't know what you be on
Send em masked up wit a hoody on
Felt my last love now I'm alone
Never runnin backwards movin on to money

Can't fuck wit you niggas you Wildin you sleep thru a season I'm grinding all year
I peel off my whip look Italian the way I be drivin they think I stole it
I send young nigga that ain wit the tussling he airin for nothin
Its the gang bitch you better know
You livin like a episode here the camera go

Written by:
Michael Puya

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