Ant Will - B4 Dawn (feat. Mike Chek)

I swear my life is a movie
Drinking that D’Usse an smokin them doobies
Might drop some acid or pop me some shroomies
Smoke on a blunt and now I’m feeling groovy
Say that they dogs but they actin like Scooby
Bitch I’m too cool I be feeling like Snoopy
I got yo bitch in here she tryna do me
Knew she was mine when she put on that TwoThree
Got it I got it On top of the profit
Like I’m outta options My flow is the hottest
Dig in my pockets and I feel the profits
Takin my rocket right out to the tropics
Got me a baddie you know she gone pop it
Got me a addie and I’m feelin gothic
Pick up the bag ain’t no way ima drop it
Picked up a mag cause I ain’t gotta cock it
M to the I to the K to the E
If you know about me then you know I’m a beast
I’m a G an bro I’m straight out the D
Don’t be fuckin wit me cause my dogs off the leash
Cash in my pocket
No need for a wallet
I Just did a show
Then I did a deposit
Buss down the roley just so they could watch it
Trap out the country
Then stack all the profit
Did it I did it can’t say that I didn’t
I get it then flip it won’t change up my image
Crew full bitches they wit it they militant
I get so high idk what my limit is.
Louie V all on my feet
My nigga
Gucci all on her physique
My nigga
My homies get it out the street
My nigga
Trap life do it every week
My nigga
Mike Chek baby gettin money like the 80s
You already know that when I spit they gone hate me
No matter where I go the radio they gotta play me
Every time that I do a show you know they gotta pay me
AMG get a lot of money das the cartel
Push weight like I’m in the gym with a bar bell
Bitch
Put it in her mouth like a spoon that’s a plane
Ant Will I’m that nigga that’s simple and plain
Do what I want ain’t shit to explain
Turn me 2 a corpse the day I flip on the gang
180 On a trip in the whip wit a thang
Dip wit the chips like a Tee wit a stain
I’ll be here forever thats day after day
So no need to wait I’m missing this plane
I’ll hold em in Texas and poke on her face
Then pull all yo card cause I’m raisein’ the steaks
In the field like I keep cattle in place
All black on the lac but no lackin this way
The spots and my stripes why acting this way
The hood say I was worse back in the day
On a bike wit a bag and a Mac that don’t spray
Till I’m in the earth its B2F first
The gift and the curse
The surf and turf
The grave and the church
In the grey off a perk
Thru the 1st and the 3rd I’m paid off the work
Cause you can’t fill a table when you laied off of work
And everything different after the pain and the hurt
That’s why I speak to you in lemans at first
Yo shorty know I got brain and it works
A size 15 when I step I walk in first
so the door is a mess
But the jury unsure cause the jewelry so pure
And one said papi o mi amor
I spit a verse and she open like a doors
Some of my best shit I didn’t record
It don’t mean I won’t be on a cover of Forbes
In my way MIA I gotta stop in Boston
Why
Cause I gotta go see my nigga george

Written by:
Antoine Williams, Michael Barnes

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