3. records on records Lyrics

Man i see that green

Want all of that

I see them whips

Want all of that

Ya i see your chips

Want all of that

Ya they hit my line

Won't call em back

There's no fallin back

I want all of that

Ya i got records on records

Investors testing my methods

You thinking i aint the one

Then you best second guess it

Not flexing testing my efforts

Man i'm just showing yall

What i can do

Take off the top

When i hop in the coupe

Take off my watch

When i hop in the booth

Keep that shit loud

Let that shit bang

Reekin of loud

You can tell by the stank

What does that mean

Fuck do you think

Smokin on green

Man im smokin' on dank

I roll to the bank

Make a deposit

On a vibe actin modest

Only 3 months left in college

Got me feelin all nauseous

But the vaults still locked in

The tapes still droppin

The lames can't stop it

Till my name start popping

Hate what ya hate

But there aint no option

Of me not rocking once the bass

Stop knockin

So stop it

Just listen a minute

Somethin' on the flow

Got me feelin inventive

I'm honest

Yall missing the vision

Rockin these shows

While my lyrics is spinning

Cause i got records on records

I got verses on verses

I got hooks on hooks

And songs that murder on purpose

I'm certain servin' this work is

What keeps my burden from swerving

Yall nervous, hittin the curbs and

Just wait till i get this shit perfect

No stopping that

Comin through while the top is back

Poppin that

Makin my moves and im dropping stats

Aint nothing new, can't stop with raps

Lots of facts

Hop in the coupe we boutta pass

All them dudes whose sound is whack

How they act

Like they new and bound to rap

I'm-i'm-i'm im bound to rap

I'm-i'm-i'm i'm bound to rap

But what the fuck does that mean

Means im bout to pop on the scene

Counting all of my green

Man my loud is louder than me

Styles on styles from me

Been on this shit since a teen

Been-been on this shit since a teen

Been-been on this shit since a teen

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