[Skit]
Yo, where the fuck is that little boy at?
Stanley, wake yo' ass up, Goddamnit
Funky-ass nigga, but, anyway, man
Yo, Boneman
When I get fourteen, man, I want a Ragtop truck, gold rings—
Man, fuck that shit, man, you need to take yo' ass to school
Get you a motherfuckin' job—
Man, fuck that, man, fuck you
Man, look here, when I get fourteen, man, I wanna get me a Ragtop truck
And some gold rings with three-wheel motion (Shit)
Ten wheel put out, three finger rings, fat-ass link
And, a big booty bitch to go with 'em
[Verse 1]
It's like ninety-six when we pop up
Young shotter show stopper
Ridin' through the city, like—
I could give a fuck about a nigga
Out the the sunroof, yellin', "Who fuckin' with a nigga?"
Summertime, said we couldn't do it any bigger
Now, them Lost Kids shuttin' shit down in the winter
I work hard like I planned this shit
I dream big, I ain't never planned for shit
Whole family here
If the hoes weren't a hundred, then the bros go a hundred, we so cavalier
I was home last week, and I ain't have no fear
They ain't 'bout it, this just niggas that be rappin', yeah
Had a lot to say, get on Twitter, got quiet
And, I was a block away from them niggas
And, I ain't got shit to say for them niggas
If you ain't got the heart to spray on my niggas, shut the fuck up
Just waitin' to see my niggas blow the fuck up
You gon' get your feelings hurt talkin' business on the chirp
Boy, I put in work
Dreams made real on December first
Now, these haters got it the worst, so, we on alert
Can't trust nobody, now
Ain't it funny how same motherfuckers that been with you from the jump be the quickest ones to front
When they see you number one? Shit crazy
[Skit]
Yo, where the fuck is that little boy at?
Stanley, wake yo' ass up, Goddamnit
Funky-ass nigga, but, anyway, man
Yo, Boneman
When I get fourteen, man, I want a Ragtop truck, gold rings—
Man, fuck that shit, man, you need to take yo' ass to school
Get you a motherfuckin' job—
Man, fuck that, man, fuck you
Man, look here, when I get fourteen, man, I wanna get me a Ragtop truck
And some gold rings with three-wheel motion (Shit)
Ten wheel put out, three finger rings, fat-ass link
And, a big booty bitch to go with 'em
[Verse 2]
It's like ninety-six on them cold days
Butter Timbs on that ghost face
Got the whole clique down at bros place like the old days
Shit, I was on my old thing back in the basement
Switch toes every month, had replacement
Shit is kind of crazy if you think about it
The more you find love, the more you move around it
And, niggas been treatin' me different since I been missin'
Best friends tellin' me the vibe is switchin'
Ex-fling tellin' treatin' me like I been distant
I just hate suspicion
She think I role because I hate commitment
But, truth be told, I can stay committed
Just know yo' place with niggas
Between us, I ain't got nos pace for bitches
Stop playin' victim
Mary still my lady, but, Charlotte had my baby
And God done blessed me with a black child, now, the whole world tryna pay me
Finna have the whole world goin' crazy
My nigga, I done payed dues
Like, how the fuck he eighteen makin' albums out of his bedroom?
You can't do it like we do it
[Skit]
Yo, where the fuck is that little boy at?
Stanley, wake yo' ass up, Goddamnit
Funky-ass nigga, but, anyway, man
Yo, Boneman
When I get fourteen, man, I want a Ragtop truck, gold rings—
Man, fuck that shit, man, you need to take yo' ass to school
Get you a motherfuckin' job—
Man, fuck that, man, fuck you
Man, look here, when I get fourteen, man, I wanna get me a Ragtop truck
And some gold rings with three-wheel motion (Shit)
Ten wheel put out, three finger rings, fat-ass link
And, a big booty bitch to go with 'em
[Outro]
Yeah, I need
So high, so high
I can't lie, about to when you blame me
Want me, take me, save me, wake me
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