Lyrics
You aint even gotta ask, you know a nigga got it
Goin hard everytime, Leezy Rocc Solid
They gon hate on me, they wanna know whats in my pocket
I got that Mmm Mmm Mmm, tryna make a profit
Im really out here in the streets doing that shit u talking
Never let em get yo heart, thats what these bitches taught me
I cant be fucking wit u niggas, cuz you niggas salty
I move quick, catch up with me you gon be done lost me
And you aint got nothing to say, so why the hell you call me
Get yo ass off the bench if you planning on ballin
You was comin up, but now it look like you fallin
I got a habit for that kush, im a kush-aholic
Countin up all of this paper that these haters made me
I said I wasnt gone do it but these niggas made me
I dont bothernobody so why they wanna hate me
I do whatever I can they dont appreciate me
Im so booted
I got that tooly
Watch how you moving
I get to shootin
Im movin fast
Even when im cruisin
Im real in real life, this aint no fucking movie
I come from a small city where you gotta trap
It takes somebody like me to put us on the map
I wanna say alot but these niggas wont understand
Drop in the water, stretch it like a rubberband
Got yo bitch she freakin, everybody know it aint no secret
We be sneakin geekin
Monday all the way through the whole weekend
I done went against the odds, until i made it even
I be Kansas City Chiefin on the finest reefah
I got em shook up
I got the hook up
You tryna find me
You gotta look up
First you see me now you dont its like I knew some magic
Im ridin round, playing my songs dippin through the traffic
I started pickin up the pace I felt like I was slacking
These niggas switch up every day like this shit was a fashion
I got one hell of a grind its gone be hard to match it
How he only 32 and he a fucking savage
Dont think Im playin cuz you see me laughing
I was 14 wit a semi-automatic
Had a hard head I was looking for the static
I wasnt happy, had to have it, so I made it happen
My mama still praying we gon make it wit this rappin
Thats why every song I make, I make it wit a passion
Every beat Yae Yoppa make, I make that shit a classic
I been stayin out the way dont make me get it craccin
I already tried to tell em what was finna happen
Keep it in the family, tell my cousin send the package
I know just what Imma make when I pay for a basket
I been looking out too long now I gotta tax em
You aint even gotta ask, you know a nigga got it
Goin hard everytime, Leezy Rocc Solid
They gon hate on me, they wanna know whats in my pocket
I got that Mmm Mmm Mmm, tryna make a profit
Im really out here in the streets doing that shit u talking
Never let em get yo heart, thats what these bitches taught me
I cant be fucking wit you niggas, cuz you niggas salty
I move quick, catch up with me you gon be done lost me
You aint even gotta ask, you know a nigga got it
Goin hard everytime, Leezy Rocc Solid
They gon hate on me, they wanna know whats in my pocket
I got that Mmm Mmm Mmm, tryna make a profit
Im really out here in the streets doing that shit you talking
Never let em get yo heart, thats what these bitches taught me
I cant be fucking wit you niggas, cuz you niggas salty
I move quick, catch up with me you gon be done lost me