Made It
Lyrics
It's Bossa Nova fuckin' music
Goin' Bossa Nova after this shit
Light my blunt, get me high, get me faded
Niggas talk, but their music outdated
Dig my grave 'fore I go write a statement
So much blood in the cracks of the pavement
If you drill, then prepare for the agent
All my life, I've been spendin' the savings
Niggas front for the fun, they don't pay it
I go fuck on this bitch and she payin'
We can't lie, the ten K in the basement
Me and baby, the broke one is payin'
It's a hit when I link the Jamaican
All this fools already know that I'm Haitian
She so bad, I think that she Asian
All this clout got me thinkin' I made it
But I know we ain't make it, we still in the spaceship
Tryna get to the bag, fuck buyin' a bag
She know that we made it
What your life like?
From Aruba to L.A., it's like that
I can't front on my bitch, I'm not like that
Got a Tech with the coat 'cause I'm like that, yeah, huh
Get it right back
All these clothes and these hoes, I ain't trippin'
Yeah, I know, yeah, I know that you miss him
But she respect all my time 'cause I'm pimpin'
She left work, got her junk at the rip skin
New ho in the hood got me livin'
Huh, yeah, new Glizz in the cut got me limpin'
Huh, yeah, got a bitch from Tobago, she chippin'
Me and blunts are like twins when we limpin'
I can't lie, I just love when we kick it
That's my life, not my bro, that's my pimpin'
Bitch, I might got the flu, I'm not missin'
If you front on the gang, you go missin'
Got missiles, I know they gon' miss you
Yeah, I got missiles, I know they gon' miss you
We can't lie, the ten K in the basement
Me and baby, the broke one is payin'
It's a hit when I link the Jamaican
All this fools already know that I'm Haitian
She so bad, I think that she Asian
All this clout got me thinkin' I made it
But I know we ain't make it, we still in the spaceship
Tryna get to the bag, fuck buyin' a bag
She know that we made it
Tryna get to the bag, I'm savin' that shit
I ain't goin' out sad
Lv jacket cost more than your ass, I'm like your dad
Put you on timeout, you're actin' bad, that's so sad
Blunt got grabba and lit up hash
Was messing with Ashley, damn, damn
Me and baby like Curry and Klay
He on the bench, so I'm gonna play
Go hard every day, I won't lie, I'm missin' my lady
But I gotta stay
And my business is cooperate, got taxes to pay
They always got somethin' to say, you know what I mean?
I'm tryna work, it's not a vacay
I'm in L.A. Recordin' every day
Buy or Bye 2 droppin', I'm goin' to Greece
My label gon' send me that re-up
Hope my nephew make it to Fifa
Hope he do it real big, like me, huh
Told my sis, "Anything", I'm not cheap, huh
We can't lie, the ten K in the basement
Me and baby, the broke one is payin'
It's a hit when I link the Jamaican
All this fools already know that I'm Haitian
She so bad, I think that she Asian
All this clout got me thinkin' I made it
But I know we ain't make it, we still in the spaceship
Tryna get to the bag, fuck buyin' a bag
She know that we made it
Writer(s): Alexandre Morand, Nikolaj Ignatev, Peter Bulla, Troy Jeffers
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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