Another One

Live Nation gave me M′s to do my dougie on you hos Keep your comments to yourself, I made this for the bros I start writin' once it drop, I ain′t even let it load You take Hit-Boy, you take Mali, you add me and you got gold Really do this shit for real, boy, don't ask me what I sold I'm like Wade to KP, they hit me to break the code Every time I hear a beat I hit seven on the dice Wanna do a song with me? Why you playin′ with your life? Flow water but it′s room temp, I ain't got no ice Made a hunnit′, proud to pay- I ain't even set no price I wake up and live my life Smoke my weed and make some hits Sell out everywhere I go, could a give fuck about your list Know the voice when you best, close your eyes and take a guess I be trying not to flex, but I shot this with my left Nigga stop fucking playin′, all this time been taking less' Hit-Boy play a beat and I′ma eat 'til nothin' left Bitch, I grew up near the Crest, College Park to be exact Niggas say they from where I′m from We like, "Nigga, where you at?" Hit LA for some days, I might come back with a plaque Ain′t gotta ask me I'm from, you hear the beat, the West is back Ran up a M, I need another one I do what I want, yeah, I′m my mother's son Bitch, I′m really him, I ain't the other one Hit-Boy made a blap, we got another one Ran-ran up a M, I need another one I do what I want, yeah, I′m my mother's son Bitch, I'm really him, I ain′t the other one Hit-Boy made a blap, we got another one Huh, we got another one Huh, we got another one Huh, uh! Wow, we got another, we got a, we got a We got another one, shipment comin′ 'cross in a hundred drums, uh Chuck a hundred bands Like a hundred pounds of trash while they bouncin′ ass I'm smackin′ in these lil niggas face Fuck a gram, I take an eighth to the face I'm sittin′ on mountains of the cake blowin' cake Stakin' up my stakes, have you laid up in a lake Got a chip on my shoulder, banana chips in my holster Gone off banana kush, blowin′ like a roadster Look both ways ′fore you cross me Washington and Fair Oaks, I'm a dangerous cross-street Play with somethin′ safe, don't play with your fate Big Hit and LaRussell, out hear playin′ with cake I been playin' these pianos, real Black Sopranos Pops is black Rambo, poppin′ bands is mando Ran up a M, I need another one I do what I want, yeah, I'm my mother's son Bitch, I′m really him, I ain′t the other one Hit-Boy made a blap, we got another one Ran-ran up a M, I need another one I do what I want, yeah, I'm my mother′s son Bitch, I'm really him, I ain′t the other one Hit-Boy made a blap, we got another one Huh, we got another one Huh, we got another one Huh, uh! Wow, we got another, we got a, we got a