Advance lyrics

[Chorus]
Hit the stu then I go dumb
Dash straight to the cash that’s a home run
This a suicidal mission yea it’s no fun
I’m finna ball like the boy from Oklahoma
I be countin up this paper I don’t tote guns
All you do is hate lil n*gga you a whole bum
Stay independent n*gga ion trust no one
Headed to the top I don’t do this sh*t for nun
[Verse]
Hatin n*ggas headed left cuz they know I’m gettin right
Got a bag way out of state so I’m out like a light
These n*ggas hate from the bottom while I’ll be up in a flight
They ain’t wanna see Avion succeed so when I do it’s gon be a scary sight
n*gga thats your b*tch f*ck you gonna do if I swipe her
The game just like a shawty Ima step up in and pipe hеr
I attract the baddest b*tches in thе sea only strippers
I spit heat on this track like a muf*ckin lighter
I’m breaking these bars down every single day Ima fighter
And I’m bodying these n*ggas like I’m roudy roudy piper
Spittin fire with these lyrics you could tell ion need a writer
And I’m staying on my hustle I ain’t never getting tired
Cuz I’m on the road to get this milly on me I need it
And Success is my destination I could really see it
Making my next move just like a DB I read it
I’m going crazy on this track I need to calm down Jesus
[Chorus]
Hit the stu then I go dumb
Dash straight to the cash that’s a home run
This a suicidal mission yea it’s no fun
I’m finna ball like the boy from Oklahoma
I be countin up this paper I don’t tote guns
All you do is hate lil n*gga you a whole bum
Stay independent n*gga ion trust no one
Headed to the top I don’t do this sh*t for nun
[Verse:2]
Time is ticking I got a couple years to make it big
I’m bouta take this sh*t right to the house just like Stefon diggs
My circle small money strong n*ggas who I’m hangin wit
I’m bouta blow straight out the blue but uno ain’t no crip
Dats why I be smokin the beat like a cig
These n*ggas think they up field but I’m taking it back for 6
Can’t f*ck wit b*tches they ain’t sh*t but some hoes and tricks
I rather hustle everyday so I could stack my chips
Baby I been juggin for these bands I can’t love you
Stickin to my hustle yea I put that sh*t above you
Do this every day I keep my hours on a double
Watch me step up in the game I’m bouta cause a lotta trouble
Lay the bars right on the beat then im letting it rip
You know I’m real by the facts Im spittin right out my lips
You think I won’t succeed out the streets I’ll catch you on the flip
Just don’t come running back when you see me gettin hella rich
(b*tch)
[Chorus]
Hit the stu then I go dumb
Dash straight to the cash that’s a home run
This a suicidal mission yea it’s no fun
I’m finna ball like the boy from Oklahoma
I be countin up this paper I don’t tote guns
All you do is hate lil n*gga you a whole bum
Stay independent n*gga ion trust no one
Headed to the top I don’t do this sh*t for nun