Google Docs Lyrics

Know one day Ima make it

Be a millionaire off Google Docs

Give my ma them faces, when I'm cakin'

Gon have buku knots

Jugs right offa Dacian, but I'm patient

I could lose alot

I wan' go different places, no occasion

Wit my toolie cocked

Russian what I'm tastin', get to blazin'

Open Google Docs

Backwood to the face, to stop the racin'

I been through a lot

Been thinkin' bout them franklins

And been crankin', spittin' stupid drop

I wan' hop out them ranges, wit my gangers

Like a movie shot

Been makin' sure my rhymes tight

Ain't worried bout a groupie thot

I wanna see that lime light

You stressin' bout a cootie slot

You betta get ya mind right

You think she loyal, the truth, she not

You betta keep ya grind tight

She wan' be spoiled, in Louie tops

Bitch can't get me out Louie crocs

Bitch must be dumb like Stewie pops

Betta suck this dick for some truey socks

Ain't got no time for ruthless thots

Did all that cryin', to ruthless hearts

Was spittin' rhymes in boothless spots

They tellin' lies with truthless thoughts

Now to see me going stupid costs

Popped out just to rocked the stage

Glock cocked, know I got my flame

Top notch, know the pot my sage

Block hot, Ima pop like Wayne

I been dreamin' bout them betta days

Hit the beat, and let off my pain

I'm stuck inside my chedda ways

For the cheese, let off that thang

Know one day Ima make it

Be a millionaire off Google Docs

Give my ma them faces, when I'm cakin'

Gon have buku knots

Jugs right offa Dacian, but I'm patient

I could lose alot

I wan' go different places, no occasion

Wit my toolie cocked

Russian what I'm tastin', get to blazin'

Open Google Docs

Backwood to the face, to stop the racin'

I been through a lot

Been thinkin' bout them franklins

And been crankin', spittin' stupid drop

I wan' hop out them ranges, wit my gangers

Like a movie shot

Double cup of kool aid, Russian Cream

Feel like the old me

Solo through the city wit my glizzy

I don't roll deep

Prolly link wit LitooBandzz

You know we droppin' more heat

Can't wait until it's sprinter vans

And tickets, gon be floor seats

Lil Bri just had Amora

Now life is lookin' more sweet

You play, then Ima score

This forty roarin', when I blow heat

Was prayin' to the Lord

Hopin' I could duck the police

Starvin', missin' meals

But I ain't trip, I let my bro eat

Morals over money

You know loyalty, it mean the most

Been solid since the jump

But that's a given, I don't mean to boast

The shit that I been through, they woulda folded

I done seen the most

Gon pull up in a foreign, cuz they killed bro

And now I need a ghost

But I can't go for none, that's on my soul

I'll let this heater blow

It's hot outside

This blick the only reason that I need a coat

It's homicides

You steady askin' me, "well why you need to tote"

Them comma signs

For bread, you know I'm destined, swear I need a loaf

Know one day Ima make it

Be a millionaire off Google Docs

Give my ma them faces, when I'm cakin'

Gon have buku knots

Jugs right offa Dacian, but I'm patient

I could lose alot

I wan' go different places, no occasion

Wit my toolie cocked

Russian what I'm tastin', get to blazin'

Open Google Docs

Backwood to the face, to stop the racin'

I been through a lot

Been thinkin' bout them franklins

And been crankin', spittin' stupid drop

I wan' hop out them ranges, wit my gangers

Like a movie shot