WTM Scoob - A Bronx Tale
Everything coming when the time rightNah for real how the fuck he keep going
I don't mix good with the limelight
No for real what the fuck he got on
Whole lot of money what I sound like
No for real how the fuck he keep flowin'
I'm living everyday so my smile bright
I get to spending crazy when I'm aggravated
I got too many my main getting agitated
Feds fuckin with my friends so I had to make it
So many guns in the crib look like a battle station
And we don't even bring them out
niggas out here ratting everyday I don't talk a lot
Act so clueless ask myself what you talking bout
I can't go to sleep yet it's still a lot to count
I just hope you see the Vision
one on top one on bottom I'm in the middle like division
Steady gunning never runnin' out of Mula who you kidding
I'm that one crispy kid from the mitten steady tripping
And don't forget I got your main bitch pussy gripping
She just want to give a brother love Eddie Griffin
Asking god how I got to wear I am stay persistent
It's funny I work hard, but I make a easy living
(Shid it's gone cost you )
When you the boss everything ain't about you
I got a mob, I got a mom, I got a aunt too
I'm so blessed thought my nickname was achoo
Lil baddie blow and slurp me like some hot soup
Right now, I'm wearing some Miharas, that's how I do
I put these words together like a haiku
Mannnn I'm a breathing ATM machine
Pop be dirty sometimes but the ksubi's clean
In the back of Lu Beamer watching movie screens
It's a scary sight when I stab yo hoe and make her scream
Make her cream, make dream about me damn near every night
I can spend your savings everyday like that shit very light
Treat her so good I then made her want to marry I
Something wrong with me spent $300 on a carry out
Told my brother put down all the cameras cuz I'm scared of clout
I can't take her to the crib I banged her at the Marriott
How the fuck you feel today? Shid I'm very up
I want to buy a ghini ghini with the reddest guts
When life ever gave me lemons, I start selling cups
Diamonds lemonade, I'm getting head and switching lanes
That boy the underdog but goddamn he overpaid
I been going overboard since I was underage
Written by:
Sydney Batie
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