Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Mello goin crazy
[Verse 2]
Throwin' T's like I'm Steph, I do fraud not the trap
Shit, I'm livin' what I rap so I'm cautious with my tracks
Drop a deuce and take a nap with this Moschino on my back
I fell in love with the money, I woke up thinkin' 'bout them racks
Aye, don't tell me that you happy 'cause at first you doubted me
Lil ****, you my son, boy you like my prodigy
I put 30 in this clip and one up top, that's Halloween
I just left the mall and now I'm finna get back to this weed
She like my song, she like "How you do they melodies?"
He want a verse from dawg, cool but I don't rap for free
Matter fact, you ain't from my hood, can't get no track with me
On 75 doin' a hunnid like I don't care 'bout police
Like a bat outta hell when I get an AMG
Put some pressure on these **** cause they tried to play with me
Tried to study what I'm on, what is his anatomy?
Yeah, I broke your heart bitch but it's no apologies
I told **** I was comin' wit' a full head of steam
That song weak, you shoulda hit me up and paid a lil' fee
I told Ben Frank it's real and got down on that knee
I ain't buddies wit' no rappers, I ain't meet you in the streets
(Aye, aye, aye, 22, aye)
Made my own money, ****, never had no handouts
Pull up with them K's they like "Wop, you brought the clan out"
**** used to hate at first but **** they my fan now
Written by: Jaelin Parker
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