[Verse 1] You ain’t tryna shoot it out so keep it pushing Told Aunty i’m moving out and kept it pushing It took some time but I got my foot in Ain’t have a dime then I started chugging He tryna over-tax so I took it Thought they was straight but them niggas crooked Sat on a crate now the floors wouldn’t Look how they hate cause I’m getting to it Can’t even come around us if you pussy Ain’t never say shit but they looking Use to wear track pants and a hoodie Don’t get enough credit in the city Ain’t have no paystub I was gritty Getting some love I ain’t have no pity When I first started I ain’t have a penny Shit I was starving I was getting dinner Always through parties imma get the henny I never mixed pressure with my business I wrote them raps and made it out the trenches Most of my close friends they in prison Told us stay out the streets we ain’t listen Part of my man boutta spread the quickness Wasn’t a fan thinking bout a [???] We had a plan and we had a vision Came with my man yah know he be trippin If he gon throw it at you we ain’t listen We just hop then right at you cause you booked it It was a man grade I was bitchin I got my shit straight now i’m winning
[Hook] This time around imma do it my way Imma put Baileys all on my driveway Drinking this Henny i'm leaning sideways This time around imma do it my way This time around imma do it my way This time around imma do it my way This time around imma do it my way This time around imma do it This time around imma do it my way Imma put Baileys all on my driveway Drinking this Henny i'm leaning sideways This time around imma do it my way This time around imma do it my way This time around imma do it my way Do it my way
[Verse 2] They hear this they gon think I’m back on xans Niggas come round my and they get jammed [???] [???] hand to hand Paranoid I don’t think this bul a fan Homie [???} my day start my plans Got it all from the day got my brand From the back in the day tonight I ran Just fuck ain’t no kissing holding hands Like fuck it i blew through my [???] Ain't nothing a guy with [???] Got fronted we took it and we ran Had a bundle I pushed it in the van What’s yo number I’m mad or on the gram Can I fuck you right at here I ain’t playin And these bitches don’t matter that's the thing Whole point gotta [???] Hood joint got the platter fries and wings Hood bul I was trappin out the trips Got food now they at me “we should link” Rescue so happy I ain't sing Made rules I was tryna push my tape Fuck rules anything to get this cake Bad mood I think you should give me space Cool dude and them bitches was my taste All blues and I’m boutta smoke a [???] Can’t move feel like I’m a boutta faint Can’t move feel like I’m boutta Yeah, all blues and I’m boutta smoke
[Hook] This time around imma do it my way Imma put Baileys all on my driveway Drinking this Henny i'm leaning sideways This time around imma do it my way This time around imma do it my way This time around imma do it my way This time around imma do it my way This time around imma do it This time around imma do it my way Imma put Baileys all on my driveway Drinking this Henny i'm leaning sideways This time around imma do it my way This time around imma do it my way This time around imma do it my way Do it my wayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
