I’m pacing
Young n*gga been impatient
Young n*gga running to the money like I’m racing
Wait , the money come to me I don’t chase it , impatient
Young n*gga been impatient
Young n*gga running to the money like I’m racing
Wait , the money come to me I don’t chase it
These n*ggas known for changing (up)
Trappin but yo line dry , raisin (uh)
Spit heat got my temperature raising up
Keem Milly sent a beat so I ate it up
Gas in a sweet , finna flame it up
See ya sweetie same time every day bus
She don’t use her teeth I just get straight tongue
Look her ass dead in her face , bust
I’m smoking on loud , I call the sh*t surround sound
My b*tch got ass and class. no cap , no gown
Real remember real and I’ve never seen you around
Heard a money counter once and fell in love wit the sound
Steppin on beats like roaches
n*ggas get in jams sing , Ocean
Idk what I’m smoking
But the sh*t got me toasted
Rolling up pack by the pack
Otw back to the trap
Prolly wit yo b*tch in my lap
Asking me was that Pap
Made the b*tch get in the back
Shortie almost spilled my act
Young n*gga racked out , facts
No hat , no cap
I’m higher than hats
See my diamonds in the dark , bat
Walk in smellin like a fart , gas
Skrrrttt off in the car , dash