Aye Junior ML - Barbados

Yea this one of them ones for real
Yeah
I'm one of them ones for real
Yeah
Look
I don't say nothing they think that I'm clueless
Then I say something they think that I'm stupid
I acted dumb but I actually knew it
You know money talk and my pockets is fluently speaking
Rent me a air bnb for the weekend
Turn up some more popping bottles I'm geeking
I act a fool when I pop out
Got a baddie with me ready to rock out for real
Yeah
If you tryna play I can give you the run down
Working everyday from sun up to sundown
Know these niggas they don't like that I'm on it
I spit fire on the mic when I'm on it
Ball like Kobe no these niggas don't know me
Gon hold it down with my niggas
And reach the crown with my niggas
Kicking down doors like fuck all the haters that closed them on me
Can't be balling with none of these niggas that passed me the ball and deflated on me
I gotta watch out for them snakes cause they tryna get me up out the way
I'm tryna take me a trip to Barbados and let back the seat when I ride the wraith
For real
I been up since like 4 in the morning
If she don't vibe how I vibe i don't want her
I got my fabrics from quindecim red
You know I'm flyest I been tryna warn em
Shutup talking just gimme some ooh
Cop a Bentley I'm riding in coupe
Fuck around cop a vette that's a stingray
Speed it up do the dash on the freeway
Five percent I can't have niggas peeking
Tryna make me some bands on the weekend
Tryna get to this cake like my bday
Eating good everyday like a cheat day
Lotta niggas they thought I was average
But they finally realized that I aint
I thank God everyday I ain't average
Cause a lot of these niggas the same
In the booth I been going insane
Speaking truth you gon hear me go stupid
Ask my niggas to do it they'll do it
Ask your niggas to do it they fool you
If it ain't bout dollas it don't matter
I don't climbed to the top ain't have no ladder
They like how the fuck I get so high
I just told them I'm one of a kind
Getting racks manifesting my blessings
Fuck with me you gon learn you a lesson
Count it up tryna run up my numbers you know they gon stick to the code they my brothers for real
Yeah I know I'm the only one
And I know ain't no other
Nah
How you turn to the opp you used to be my brother
How you turn to a opp
You used to be my bro
Kicking down doors like fuck all the haters that closed them on me
Can't be balling with none of these niggas that passed me the ball and deflated on me
I gotta watch out for them snakes cause they tryna get me up out the way
I'm tryna take me a trip to Barbados and let back the seat when I ride the wraith
For real

Written by:
Erik Williams Jr

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