Renegades Lyrics

Done went from dollars to hundreds so I'm finna toast up pop tech on the side baby

Been on some stick and move last few months ya I gotta chill and lay low lately

Me and Brodie make plays on the opps QB vision I'm feeling like Tom Brady

Trap shit boom like 808 ya, lawful youths turnt to renegades ya

That bitch was too bland, need a bitch that gon vibe need a bitch turn me on off the Conversation

Three pounds up swear I'm super connected the plug don't fuck with ya so niggas hate Me

Gotta know the full story I'm looking for glory can't stand myself if I give in to failure

Opp boys talking I hear the murmur, body's gon drop it's serene scenic

No bap shit nigga no cap shit I done got it the faster and harder way

Madman shit joe budden behaviour we move hot but least we all on the same page

Soon as I step up in a rental first thing on my mind is spinning like beyblade

This checkers no chess play, simple moves just make sure I got a getaway

Smooth, smooth, smooth talking (Smooth talk)

Lil grimey bad I'd like to know ya name

You look like you ain't from round here

She said that's cuz I don't get comfortable nowhere

I don't even remember her name

Been on my ass you been driving me insane

How am I supposed to do my thing?

If you clinging, clingling, clinging, clinging

Cling, cling, clinging to a nigga,

She ten toes down that's why she getting bitter

My life revolves around how much I can spend on litres

Trap star shit ya dig, run the racks up foreal