MORE TO GO Lyrics

Yeah, come on

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Yeah, come on look

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Shit it's people mad at me. I'm trying to get the bag straight

I ain't in no comp with yall, but I ain't gone be in last place

I close my eyes and go and get it feel like Bron on draft day

All these niggas hating on you, but wanna be there when you make it like fuck that when I was broke

Where was you at if niggas get caught out of traffic is you finna bust back

I ain't running from no smoke, but for that bag i'm running back

Put this four nick to his head for thinking that he all that niggas frontin in they raps

Put a fitted on his head cause these niggas all cap the shit that shit that send niggas to God

Know, it's sitting on my lap niggas geeked they riding in the trx and in the scat like nigga

We done did that. I just really want the cat. I'll be the first one in the fam to touch a milli off a rap

When a nigga touch these m's ain't gone be love or hands for dap

I ain't fucking with these hoes give her dick and send her back call it graduation

Hold the silence make the 62's clap move my granny out the city nigga. That's my first goal

Days fighting with my mama. She was the one I callee on back and forth. I'm off this drink

You gonna hear the dial tone roll up smoke some different strains up in this eighth my mind gone shit its people mad at me

I'm trying to get the bag straight. I ain't in no comp with yall, but I ain't gone be in last place

I close my eyes and go and get it feel like Bron on draft day

All these niggas hating on you, but wanna be there when you make it like fuck that when I was broke

Where was you at if niggas get caught out of traffic is you finna bust back

I ain't running for no smoke, but for that bag i'm running back put this four nick to his head for thinking that he all that

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