Shout out mika my bruh
For the whole mob
I ain't never had no job
Always been my own boss
I don't do no dead food I do my own wash
I don't need no dead food
Yeah I do my own wash
My life
Can't stop won't stop never
Free the hitters social- ed locked
Do it for the whole mob free the mandem
Body show dome shot bow
Sticky if it goes off
Tryna blow your nose off
Hella trips to make the phone pop brrr
Yayo comin' so soft
Can't stop won't stop
Flyin' better blow cops
F**k my old opps I get it poppin' in the clothes shop
Every couple week I get the phone gone road's hot
Need to hose off
Smoke cali gettin' blowjobs
I need a whole box for my own spot
Remember waitin' for the drone drop
Can't stop won't stop
Send my youngin's to the o spot
Studio the phone's off kway
I gotta treat it like the coke spot
Smokin on mimosa
200 k with no promoter mad
Clout blow me over
Packs flippin' over whippin' soda flip it
Ask your older
Licks hit with a jack revolver
If I back the toaster
Have to ghost you flippin' joker trippin'
Must be sniffin' coca
Clock's tickin' over packs tickin' over
Got her doin' yoga told her
Hold the super soaker hold that
If I get wrapped with this wap
Then it's movie over movie done
Can't stop won't stop
Less they like me like the grow shop haha
Member time when I had no gwop
But you'll never make my soul stop
Energies are so strong
Member waitin' so long
Times it's best to prolong
Sittin' in my cell hiddin' zancos in roll- ons mad
I bet I make 'em hear it like an old song
Feel it like an old song
Can't rest can't rest won't rest
Believin' in the process
Every day's a progress
Slow steps I need my own clothes next trust
I really need a grown check
Funny n***a gassed off a rolex
Stackin' for a home you need to go bed
My young hitter gettin' active off a moped gang
They ain't new to cash
My young n***as movin' mad
Pop you for a louis bag murder
All he ever wanted was some gucci rags mad
Puttin' moves to plan
Put in two 45 s before we move to traps
Now everybody shootin' straps pow
Well where the shootings at where they at
Don't get too attached
Roads'll have you doin' laps laps
Gettin' dots 'til I drop
Turned me so rotten
I can feel my soul rottin'
Grew around fiends with no teeth but I'm dough gettin' money man
Bally on me ho gettin' dough makin'
Probably snake your own brethren for some road- readys
So hellish so reckless
Hit the studio with no effort kill the whole session
Light work
