this year

Woah, aye
Woah, lil shorty, I run shit
I'm up, on that bust shit
We keeping them chopsticks
Lil bitch, we got more
Aye, I just got all these bands, this year
Steady tripping, and we know, we running up, this year
We got cash, hella coke, hella bitches in here
Canceled ops
But I know, I'm blowing up
This year
No, I'm not gonna fucking disappear
Stay with life, bitch you got me here
Stay for life, bitch you got me here
Stay for life, bitch you got me here
Steady working all night, waiting for my shit to pop
Bitch, my grind won't ever stop
Yeah, I ain't quitting, till I make a mil
And there ain't any fucking real ones here
I really hope, imma blow up this year
This year
We don't ever fucking stop
I swear to god, I ain't never thought I'd get this far
So many people, in a mask, I swear, I don't know who you are
I'm gon make this shit work, I'm gon get kids and a family
So I can really say, I beat the fucking odds
Aye, beat the odds