Addey - PRESEASON

Shit, I don't even know what I'm 'bout to say on this shit
This shit go crazy
Addey
Addey
Addey
Stay by my side 'cause I'm 'bout to be rich
All of them know we get money like Mitch
Straight out the trenches, hopped out of the ditch
I ain't mean to be flexing like this
This is a hit, off of the pitch
They take a mile if you give 'em an inch
Look at the watch, no tick
I cannot trust, a bitch
Fuck all the competition, they irrelevant
Niggas ain't stopping us, we ahead of 'em
Boy if we find out yo' block then we bending it
I wouldn't kiss on that bitch 'cause I been in it
Not on my team 'cause you don't bring no benefit
Trunk in the front of the car like an elephant
Bad bitch from NOLa, she fly like a pelican
You got a shooter but that nigga hesitant
Got no heart, I'm selling that shit
He gon' get whacked if you send that kid
I was taking L's on L's on L's on L's but I'ma get back next year
Yeah I talk my shit
Bet you can't walk like this
Getting green like Popeye, shit
Lemme just pop my shit
Ay, pop my shit
Young nigga, pop yo' shit
Young nigga, pop yo' shit
Young nigga, pop yo' shit
Young nigga, pop yo' shit
Young nigga, pop yo' shit like
Young nigga, pop yo' shit like that
Young nigga, pop yo' shit
Ay, pop my shit
Young nigga, pop yo' shit
Young nigga, pop yo' shit
Young nigga, pop yo' shit
Young nigga, pop yo' shit
Young nigga, pop yo' shit like
Young nigga, pop yo' shit like that
Young nigga, pop yo' shit
Always be treating 'em right, why they be doing me wrong
Too many thoughts in my dome
I just be feeling alone
I put that shit in a song
Get my bread up, keep my head up, boy I'm way too strong
Get my bread up, keep my head up, boy I'm way too strong
I can see the real from the fake
I can see the rats and the snakes
4's with me, yeah we doing great
At my table, all full plates
We gon' do whatever that it takes
I just want baguettes in the face
Stay down, stay down, stay down
I know that my time on the way
Yeah I know my time coming man
Only 19 but I been the man
Need a big bag, like a hunnid bands
And my pockets full of big knots
Big stacks all wrapped up in rubber bands
R.I.P. Kobe like I'm Money Man
Choppa make 'em dance like the running man
Choppa make 'em dance like the running man, ay
Ay, pop my shit
Young nigga, pop yo' shit
Young nigga, pop yo' shit
Young nigga, pop yo' shit
Young nigga, pop yo' shit
Young nigga, pop yo' shit like
Young nigga, pop yo' shit like that
Young nigga, pop yo' shit
Ay, pop my shit
Young nigga, pop yo' shit
Young nigga, pop yo' shit
Young nigga, pop yo' shit
Young nigga, pop yo' shit
Young nigga, pop yo' shit like
Young nigga, pop yo' shit like that
Young nigga, pop yo' shit
And this just the fucking warmup nigga
Fuck is you talkin' bout
Preseason shit
Forever 44 on the fucking way pussy

Written by:
Adeleke Adeyeni

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