With the Crew
Me and the crew chillin
Give a fuck bout how you feelin
Gotta lotta bands, the side business killin
We ain't on that fake shit, yea you on that snake shit
Yeah i'm fucking hungry pass me all that fucking cake bitch
Me and the crew chillin
Give a fuck bout how you feelin
Gotta lotta bands, the side business killin
We ain't on that fake shit, yea you on that snake shit
Yeah i'm fucking hungry pass me all that fucking cake bitch
Ain't even in highschool, that don't make me no fool
Wonder where i got my money, hadda play it out cool
Wrote my first song, now i'm sitting studio
This shit bouta blow and i stay on the flow yeah
People on my dick now, acting like some hoe now
If you fucking with me, you fucking with the gang
If you try testing, we'll just keep flexing
We goin to the top, we ain't even stressing
Now i'm on the last verse, i ain't pressing reverse
I'mma keep going, can't stop me growing
You feelin all this hate, and it's really showing
I see you make no money, hows that going
I saw yo girl yesterday, best believe she hoeing
All this money coming in, yea it's flowing