Ja Morant ft. Robb Carloss Lyrics

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I might knock a tooth out in the booth Yeah I I'm feeling loose I'm feeling new

Yeah I need more to do got less to prove Yeah I need more than you no more excuse

I'm running up the tab like I ain't gotta pay I just stay up late put the work in like a heavyweight

Feeling like the Prez when I tour I run every state

Feeling like I'm Steph when I shoot I hit 30 straight

Ayy ayy you ain't wash your face get up out my face

I just hit that blue dream 10 that's my grand escape

How you keep on tripping when your shoes are laced

I just left my wallet at your girl's that's my happy place

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I just want some smoke turn me up when on the flow

Bar to face when it gets cold I hate when y'all do the most

Talking for that money go I take all your shit and go

Drizzy and my blood is cold all y'all rappers getting old

Cappin' about that money sold really made my racks in dough

Now these new bitches on go asking if they wanna ride

I just push them to the side people wanna see me die

Cause they see the shit I have and they know my bitch is bad

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Hit me I'ma hit you back

New grass I'ma need a pack

Loose arms I'ma need a plaque

Do me I ain't going back

If I wanted smoke I would light a blunt

Trust homie you don't want the smoke you ain't got a friend

When I'm on the mic yeah I'm on the hunt

You ain't got the funds to match me you will never stunt

I'm not scared of shit nah why would I be

You not me you're weak I'm the one you wanna be

These hoes on they knees begging me for my release

Never fought in high school I dropped 16

Shooting like I'm Curry dunking like I'm Ja Morant

I just sent a blurry earpiece cost a 30

I know your bitch is 30 and your bitch she do you dirty

But my bitch is slutty and you know she do me slutty

Yeah I'm running to the cack I got this money from a pack

Yeah you'll never get it back that's why I sent your ass a slap

Yeah I really know how to run them streets

Cause I be getting money and you really getting broke

I'm getting to the motherfucking pack I'm getting all these guns

Yeah I'm pointing at your head bitch you can't even talk to me

I got some red up in my cup I got this drank up in my seat

I got homies pointing lean yeah I do not do that shit

Cause you know that shit is mean