Didn’t I
Didn’t I
Uh
[Verse:]
Didn’t I put on for my city?
Been reppin’ since day 1
Every verse I’ve ever written
Every show I’ve ever done
And they say that life’s a bitch
I say fuck it, let’s see what comes
They used to tell me I’m the future
Now look what I have become
You can’t deny the fact that I got it back
Any vers I’mma body that
So high, where are your binoculars at?
Stuffin’ half a million in a hockey bag
I don’t need your city it’s probably wack
I don’t want your bitch, she’s probably wack
Won’t smoke your weed, it’s probably bad
They try to bite my style, but I brought it back
I bought a black, all in cash
All fours, all fast
Get your feet of my seats
This ain’t leather, it’s walrus back
This a different lifestyle, this a different lifestyle
Mama told me right, but I’m still
Young and reckless and wild
I never used to profile
But now my neck is like “wow”
And every time I open up my garage
I just disrespect the whole town
God damn, there he go again
Bobby Ray doin’ black opium
Niggas was doubting me
So I guess I’ll roll and just show ‘em
Again for the third time
Now act like you never noticed him
Act like he ain’t the doper one
The towel you should throw it in
Nigga, I don’t know you
My school you didn’t go to
You never came to my side
You know you wasn’t ‘sposed to
So you know what I’m saying
When I say “Who got that produce?”
[Outro:]
What’s up (what’s up? What’s up?)
What’s up (what’s up? What’s up?)
Bitch I’m dope (yeah I’m dope)
Shut the fuck up
Wheels up, I’m on the come up
Underground luxury, I’ll see y’all hoes this summer
Bands
Yeah, Yeah
A-Town man eastside of Decatur stand up, man
We outchea boy
Hey, ballin’!
[Intro:] Didn’t I Didn’t I Uh [Verse:] Didn’t I put on for my city? Been reppin’ since day 1 Every verse I’ve ever written Every show I’ve ever done And they say that life’s a bitch I say fuck it, let’s see what comes They used to tell me I’m the future Now look what I have become You can’t deny the fact that I got it back Any vers I’mma body that So high, where are your binoculars at? Stuffin’ half a million in a hockey bag I don’t need your city it’s probably wack I don’t want your bitch, she’s probably wack Won’t smoke your weed, it’s probably bad They try to bite my style, but I brought it back I bought a black, all in cash All fours, all fast Get your feet of my seats This ain’t leather, it’s walrus back This a different lifestyle, this a different lifestyle Mama told me right, but I’m still Young and reckless and wild I never used to profile But now my neck is like “wow” And every time I open up my garage I just disrespect the whole town God damn, there he go again Bobby Ray doin’ black opium Niggas was doubting me So I guess I’ll roll and just show ‘em Again for the third time Now act like you never noticed him Act like he ain’t the doper one The towel you should throw it in Nigga, I don’t know you My school you didn’t go to You never came to my side You know you wasn’t ‘sposed to So you know what I’m saying When I say “Who got that produce?” [Outro:] What’s up (what’s up? What’s up?) What’s up (what’s up? What’s up?) Bitch I’m dope (yeah I’m dope) Shut the fuck up Wheels up, I’m on the come up Underground luxury, I’ll see y’all hoes this summer Bands Yeah, Yeah A-Town man eastside of Decatur stand up, man We outchea boy Hey, ballin’! Explain Request ×
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