كلمات الأغاني
I don’t call my poppa to pop up to pop up when I got problems
Bitch I’m flyer than a popper, got the 40 in the joggers
I don’t call my poppa to pop up to pop up when I got problems
Bitch I’m flyer than a popper, got the 40 in the joggers
“I HATE YOU NICK COSTA”
I’m a stand up nigga, they can’t take my seat
And a lion don’t lose sleep on the opinion of sheep
Momma said words got power so in power when you speak
I paint a picture like picasso everyone say cheese
I’m a stand up nigga, they can’t take my seat
And a lion don’t lose sleep on opinion of sheep
Momma said words got power so in power when you speak
I paint a picture like picasso, everyone say cheese
And if pressure makes diamonds, I want all that shit
More pressure on the tires and they blow up quick
And if a nigga claim he riding tell him prove that shit
Prove that shit, just like a scientist
I’m a lunatic, cuz I don’t need alliances
I got 9 in this baby-9, pussies dyin’ quick
If I said I’d never fall off I’d be lyin’ bitch
But like a cat I ain’t fall on my back whenever I did
Cuz’ you be worried bout your clout like a fucking little kid
Bitch I ain’t about my buzz, niggas know I’m bout my bizz’
I don’t even call my father what I call that bitch
I put in work and you call out on some umpire shit
But closest thing to official that you do is is whistleblowing
And it wasn’t for the people, nigga you ain’t Edward Snowden
Can’t afford a paralegal, what fuckin’ money you showing
I go in like b and e’s and turn up like T-Owens
Cuz if pressure makes diamonds, I want all that shit
More pressure on the tires and they blow up quick
And if a nigga claim he riding tell him prove that shit
Prove that shit, just like a scientist
Cuz if pressure makes diamonds, I want all that shit
More pressure on the tires and they blow up quick
And if a nigga claim he riding tell him prove that shit
Prove that shit, just like a scientist
Can’t win in a lunch fight, but all he do is throw subs
And then go see me in person, all he do is show love
Opportunist ass niggas and they need to grow up
Cuz I ain’t tryna blow down, bitch I’m tryna blow up
Cuz when there’s a showdown, you will not show up
For the dead we pouring out, for the lawyer we pourin up
The merry-go-round, little nigga grow up
Cuz it means something different, weed helping me focus
I be on some other shit
The shit that I be saying sound like it came off a mothership
Bitch Imma get my brothers rich
The elevator’s broken, they wonder how I came up with it
Bitch I’m a magician, I shuffle it then I double it
Gotta make it so happen, so smooth that she fall in love with it
She say something more, fuck around go to the club with it
She look like a dime, so what the fuck I look like dubbin’ it
Five-star hotel and sent her shoppin’ when I’m done with it
Cuz if pressure makes diamonds, I want all that shit
More pressure on the tires and they blow up quick
And if a nigga claim he riding tell him prove that shit
Prove that shit, just like a scientist
Cuz if pressure makes diamonds, I want all that shit
More pressure on the tires and they blow up quick
And if a nigga claim he riding tell him prove that shit
Prove that shit, just like a scientist
Carlos Vargas
O/B/O DistroKid