Young Soprano ft. Maxedout Lyrics

Grab a doobie and a lighter do you got an ashtray

Boutta hit it out the park, I'm chilling with the Padres

Young soprano with my crew at tables eating entrees

That boy makes a song a month, you know I do it always

Need it pronto by tomorrow heading to Toronto

Just to head to Drizzys house because I know the motto

Love my vocals add the tremolo and vibrato

She saying she Italian I'm saying io parlo

I separated from the fake shit

Snakes in the grass mow 'em down I'm in amazement

Only talented motherfuckers in my basement

Words turn to dollars think I need to check my statement

I think I need to check my statement

Working like there's no tomorrow not in my arrangements

NLYB popping out we love the entertainment

Put us in a box we breaking out of the containment

No complaining only growing up and maintaining

In the weather when it's sunny, snowing, or it's raining

Eating rappers need a scale my weight is gaining

Major league rap you little boys in training

TRENtSetter, Maxedout pros, get it flip the load

Audio dope being sold rain, sleet, or snow

Exotic gas call it Jo, just lit something up

Every move being made resulting in bucks

Peno like Thanasis, he on assess peeping sucker tactics

It is what it is, just hate the fact it happened

Dwell for second then it's back to cabbage can't be lacking

My average stats like Giannis last five against the Magic

Pure domination

Trying to be the greatest

Until that time come, I'm gone keep stacking this paper

Silver savings hedge against inflation

Tequila shots on vacation destinations tropical

Operation optimal

Max capacity these raps are actually fact speak

Check the rap receipts and then get back to me SAP please

Soon cause I'm running on a sched

Sick with the flow forgot to take my meds

Left the beat for dead