Lyrics
Why are you so antisocial?
Because I'm trying to get it
Why are you staying on the basketball court so much?
Because I'm trying to get it
Why are you out there practicing in the hot sun when ain't nobody else out there?
Because I'm trying to get it
Why you moving different than your peers, cause I'm trying to get it
I had to go O.J. on a bitch, but the glove ain't fit him
Everything I do, I do for me, shit, I ain't trying to split it
Credit card got $3,500, but I say fuck a limit
You can never check me cause my checks will never bounce
Only numbers that I stretch are the ones in my accounts
I'm a big boss baby, tell your dog to watch his mouth
I'm the king in Carolina, they ain't know it yet, I go again
I don't care about promotion, shit, I'm only using Instagram
I used to tell these hoes that I love them, that was just pretend
I knew I was a dog when I went and tried to fuck her friend
I'd sell my soul for profit, so I'm cashing in on every sin
I grew up with fake gang bangers, you ain't slide on them
I ain't gangster, but you touch my baby, watch me spin on them
Price up on my head, what's his budget?
Fuck it, bid on him
Say you slide on pussies, but you can't if you don't spit on them
They know the procedure when the legend in the cut
Better check your tone, if you don't, we out of touch
I was down fourth quarter, made it back, what a rush
And she asked me when I'm coming?, said I'm better in the clutch
They say Dalyn, where's the energy?
I woke up about a minute late
I'm not a morning person, don't mix coffee up with lemonade
I swear these rappers killing me, I heard they want to finish me
I tend to lose my top, so I've been riding around like JFK
Like ATVs, they run my name through dirt and try to bury me
Apparently, the shit that I've been dropping got them scared of me
Don't make me take it back to 2016, was a slimy thief
I'd probably fuck your bitch and make her spend all of her EBT
Why you moving different than your peers, cause I'm trying to get it
I had to go O.J. on a bitch, but the glove ain't fit him
Everything I do, I do for me, shit, I ain't trying to split it
Credit card got $3,500, but I say fuck a limit
Why you moving different than your peers, cause I'm trying to get it
I had to go O.J. on a bitch, but the glove ain't fit him
Everything I do, I do for me, shit, I ain't trying to split it
Credit card got $3,500, but I say fuck a limit
Timothy Potts
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