Wanna Be
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I just be thankin' God, I'm so talented
Lil' boy, you just a wannabe. It's only one of me
(Ayy, Melly, what the fuck is that?)
You just a wannabe. It's only one of me
I got a bitch out in Tennessee
She drive to New Orleans
Shit, I'm startin' to see they tryna be
I think they fond ofโ
Shit, I'm startin' to see they tryna be
I think they fond of me
I run circles 'round your bitch
To me, she too green
While I'm in here tryna fight this cup
You know there's no green
Even though I know I'm high as hell
I still drink more lean
Yeah, boy, you broke
Go do yourโshit. (Go do, go do, go do, go do)
Boy, you broke. Go do your taxes
My fat boy like Cory Baxter
If I was chargin' for this dick
I swear to God, I'd still tax her
I got richer. I got deeper in the streets
Them ass backwards
I been givin' old advice
To be honest, I could've kept it
I got a Cuban on my chest
This ain't comin' off my necklace
Nigga, they can't fuck with me. I doโ
They can't fuck with me
Do voodoo. Now he Casper
They can't fuck with me
Do voodoo. Now he Casper
My franchise call me blood
Shit gon' put you in the casket
I'm Magic Johnson with the guys
I ain't have no problem passin'
I swear to God, I used to travel
Way before I started rappin'
What the fuck I look like dissin' niggas?
We just go and grab 'em
On my sister. Last time we seen you
Boy, we head tapped you
Every time y'all niggas seen us
Y'all was duckin', tryna grab
They put ten thousand on us
That shit disrespectful
Boy, you know that shit for free
But if they catch you, they gon' melt you
I can't argue with no nigga
Who we really shot in traffic
I mean, I can't argue with him
He got shot in traffic
I got my niggas gettin' money
But shit, half of 'em crashin'
Bitch, I'm a west side nigga
You will not catch me on Gratiot
When they kicked me out of Coffee
Shit, I had to go to Bradfor
I had money, boy. Forever ever
Young richโ
I'ma have this shit forever everโ (For life)
I'ma have this shit forever
I'm a young rich bastard
I got my Charger, Chally, 'Rango, and my Jeep
Them bitches fast
All them cars is 2020
You niggas sick I went and cashed it
My new house so big
That bitch is like a castle
I like her. She like me too
Shit, I think she wanna wrestle
You know my shit supercharged
I could never drive a Tesla
If I love you, I can't argue
But be careful when we catch you
I done moved so many bricks
My niggas call me Baby Tetris
How you makin' diss songs
'Bout that boy who took your necklace?
Words don't hurt. Bullets do tho'
Put him on a stretcher