Letras
(Check, go)
(Come on)
(Yeah, what's up, Soss?)
I told Soss I got mad sauce
CantGo the future, mask off
I ain't stressin' the trash talk, I'm in LA gettin these bags off
Next I'm thinkin the Trackhawk
I'm livin' my life like a NASCAR
Killin' the game with my wrap sheet
They hit a young nigga with a rap charge
Young nigga turned into a rap star, but I'll first off always be a trapstar
No talk, I let the MAC speak to a young nigga out here tryna act hard
I was too high last night, phone no charge
I forgot to reply left my phone on Mars
I got bows & the pints I don't sell no bars
I'm extraordinary my life is a bar
Married the money ain't wifin' a broad
Before I was 20 I studied abroad
Sometimes I feel like I seen it all, but I still need more I'm a natural dog
Brand new tires on the asphalt
Got a umbrella, I'm dodgin' mad salt
Please stop askin' me what this bag costs, or this 40 on me it'll blast off
Next I'm thinkin' a Aston
I'm livin' my life like a Nascar
(Come on)
Nascar dreams
I got Nascar dreams baby
I like the finer things baby
I'm in Bape & preme
Needles sweats, designer jeans baby
I been codeine crazy
I got the yings on the way by the acre
Purple and yellow on me like a Laker
I been OT lately, chasin' goals dreams
I ask CJ, what they know about Lil' Protein?
We in Tallahassee
But we still the homeTeam
I'm in Calabasas
Casa Blanca on me
And no I'm never lonely
Even when I'm lonely
Still got 40 on me
Jumpin' out that long sleeve
My blood made of concrete
I ain't ever folding
Yeah I brought that pole in
'cus bitch my neck is frozen
Go
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