La Raza ft. OT Gwalla Lyrics

You already know that I got it

These niggas they always want problems

I never can understand ya

Don't focus on me get a dollar

Get my cheddar and popping my collar

Like the Migos I Takeoff without her

I stand with my words

Like sheep they herd

Don't act like a bitch without her

On my future shit not from Atlanta

My words always hit like a nail and a hammer

Break up that purple while chilling with scammers

Wont say your name so I never be tripping

Producing the beats cooking up like a kitchen

Write out my lyrics show out for the mitten

989 shit

I hope that y'all feel it

Clock me in a deal so I'm set for a minute

Turn 21 this my year like Tim Duncan

Getting that dough not doughnuts call it dunkin'

After I fuck pass it off to my cousin

She tapping my wood I ain't talking bout smoking

Red forces I step with bottoms are bleeding

Yo bitch suck my dick man I swear that she's teething

Sending the nudies she skip all the teasing

Cover her face just in case that I leak it

Coochie-Land wild I saw a bitch leaking

Hundred rounds popped thanking god that I made it

I'm talking that truth why the fuck would I fake it

Wearing all white but you know I ain't racist

My niggas all dogs and they off of the leashes

Hit up OT said he's down for the features

I stay looking flashy but stick to the basics

Champion shit winning races Usain

If you ain't talking cash I ain't even tryna kick it

Perky with the pur

Hell yea im on a mission

I'm from Saginaw but I ball like a Piston

Still jugged out I ain't made it out the trenches

Please watch what you say

Cause my shooter with me

Do it for real don't do it off pills

if we catch 'em lacking

Shoot through the windshield

Cause that's how it go when you in the field

Cuz move to the A gonna get on

I just made forty bands off a flip phone

Bitches really in the past get the dial tone

Everybody wanna know what i'm on

Cause I am a blunt only blow strong

I can show you how to get them bows off

Bitch lame as fuck got no sauce

Bitch lame as fuck got no sauce

Get money thank god and I stay high

Answer to the game like A.I

Fuck ya baby momma she ain't say none

If I ever fall in love Imma take some

I got off my ass

I emptied the stash

I went to the plug

And made the block flood

You ain't my route

You ain't my blood

You ain't my family

You ain't my cuz

I'm dripping Givenchy I got me some Off-Whites

Remember long night selling that soft white

Sip 1942 bitch it's a boss life

Triple double naw I don't do off nights

It's me and Flaco and ten bad bitches and they all love addys

Perc-10

Perc-30

Sipping lean and she in love with the xannys

That ain't no love loss

But I cannot fuck with you niggas no more

When it comes to this money we get it and go

Real trench baby I was whipping the dope

I'm high off these drugs now

And imma just sip me some more of that lean

Imma just pop me one more of them beans

Imma just pop me one more of them beans yea