Ain't nobody better Yeah I said it So it fk em till the end It give me pleasure Cannot measure up to greatness That'll it'll cost you triple Look at how I figure shyt They fighting they're own shadow Hol up we ain't finish yet Take em down Ground zero Pull up You can flex yea They know yous a zero Standing on my dk Ya girl will tell you that I'm trouble You can play with sticks I'm fit I'm down let it rumble Humble to the wrong ones Get you fkd out like these hoes I ain't with the woah I gets it moving like convulsions Jumping out the pot Steady saucin making gwap Tell em what you not Lying just to be a prop Hatin on the gram Yet you trying to be a fan Fk I look like playing round with Gods plan Saying you the realest But the block see the btch in you Call it what they want I'm Taylor made and yous a cheap suit...
I can really put this beat to you Write it out gotta a sheet for you Gucci bag full of blue dudes I came back wearin all blue Not supposed to be lit like dis I ain’t ever in a situation where my hand ain’t near my shit like this U Don’t wanna get hit with this Engine blow like a jet I just want a check I sign that bitch myself Pay attention I been lookin at more than a gram The hood know who I am No I’m not a fan U Jus sit n wait for me Taylor done made a steak for me
another banger
love it 💯💯
This a cold beat you know G fa sho see how it make wanna flow on the beat
hard
racks racks racks
Dont let me go alseep alone
Ain't nobody better
Yeah I said it
So it fk em till the end
It give me pleasure
Cannot measure up to greatness
That'll it'll cost you triple
Look at how I figure shyt
They fighting they're own shadow
Hol up we ain't finish yet
Take em down
Ground zero
Pull up
You can flex yea
They know yous a zero
Standing on my dk
Ya girl will tell you that I'm trouble
You can play with sticks
I'm fit
I'm down let it rumble
Humble to the wrong ones
Get you fkd out like these hoes
I ain't with the woah
I gets it moving like convulsions
Jumping out the pot
Steady saucin making gwap
Tell em what you not
Lying just to be a prop
Hatin on the gram
Yet you trying to be a fan
Fk I look like playing round with Gods plan
Saying you the realest
But the block see the btch in you
Call it what they want
I'm Taylor made and yous a cheap suit...
I can really put this beat to you
Write it out gotta a sheet for you
Gucci bag full of blue dudes
I came back wearin all blue
Not supposed to be lit like dis
I ain’t ever in a situation where my hand ain’t near my shit like this
U Don’t wanna get hit with this
Engine blow like a jet
I just want a check
I sign that bitch myself
Pay attention
I been lookin at more than a gram
The hood know who I am
No I’m not a fan
U Jus sit n wait for me
Taylor done made a steak for me
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