Auntie Anne's Lyrics

Alright, yeah

I got the Stu inside the crib, so fuck a ankle bracelet

Hit the mall, cause I'm a dough boy, like Auntie Annie's made it

Livin' life a fucked reality, I had to face the changes

Told the witch doctor pray for me, I can't hang with Satan

I'm tryna wide body a SRT, but no it ain't for racin

But I'm still tearin' up the streets, they got my new shit playin'

Everybody said I couldn't do it, they done made me make it

Presidential when I pulled through, I got the neighbors wavin

Bass shakin' on a daily basis, got the sound smackin

Smoke some to boost my energy, I got some loud habits

Number one, but I'm a prime factor, fuck the mathematics

Spilt milk, I mean it literal, he off the acid tablets

Runnin' fast and jumpin' over gates, AH

Runnin' fast from 12 and jumpin' gates, I'm like a jackrabbit

My spine had always got my back, might get my back tatted

These Sota hoes do anything for likes, tryna make they ass fatter

Stayin' fully out the way because the rap matters

A side quest, it's time to hit the plug to get the pack gathered

You fallin' off, from tryna ride the wave, you on your last lather

They tried to take the youngin' as a joke, now I'm the last laugher

I'm tryna dodge these lyin' bitches, feel like Matt Stafford

Now it's on the floor, so I'm on go, yeah I'm the bag grabber

Bitch, don't compare me to no wack rapper

Gon' drop out and make it off the rap, cause I can pass after

Fuck school and all my teachers then and all my teachers now

You can't teach hustle, but the struggles what teached me how

Fuck, I meant to say, taught me how

If my mind set on something ain't no way you talk me down

On a straight drive, no shortcuts, cause I ain't goin' round

And I'm gon' make pape until I die, don't care about no amount

I ain't like these other rappers, you don't know what I'm about

Get the bucks like Tampa Bay, the fuck no I ain't goin' south

Damn, ha, fuck

Should I bring the hook back?

Yeah, I think I'ma bring the hook back

Hold on

Alright, yeah

I got the Stu inside the crib, so fuck a ankle bracelet

Hit the mall, cause I'm a dough boy, like Auntie Annie's made it

Livin' life a fucked reality, I had to face the changes

Told the witch doctor pray for me, I can't hang with Satan

I'm tryna wide body a SRT, but no it ain't for racin

But I'm still tearin' up the streets, they got my new shit playin'

Everybody said I couldn't do it, they done made me make it

Presidential when I pulled through, I got the neighbors wavin