Chorus: Steezefield
I just wanna smoke some
Baseball, bad blunt
Hit a homerun
I don't take advice from no one
Me and my man's, yeah my homie's
Go so dumb
Don't f** with no one
Bad little thing in my ride (in my ride)
I keep her by my side (by my side)
Flex with them yeah
I just might
I been stackin' paper, them numbers look right
Verse 1: Emilio Paredes
Now who gonna stop me when I pull up so effortless
You see I am shining like the gold on my necklace
Said I wasn't meant for this
I said I get my ends from this
Now they hurting bad
I swear these motherf**ers sensitive
I was takin' blue pills
Didn't wanna be alive
Doors on the wip
Now only type of suicide
My confidant lose a lotta confidence [?]
Faded off his end though
I just want to ball
Like my funds never end though
Furnessin' like Stephan
I'm shootin' like clay
Before I'm 23, I need a deal like I'm Dray [?]
But the summer is coming, but I don't feel warm
I been a [?], when I said this before
If you don't know my name after this
You go know it, so young but I swear to god I'm blowing
I been working, I been slapping
Boy I'm all about that action
You gon' see the bigger picture
I don't need to ride a caption, no
Chorus: Steezefield
I just wanna smoke some
Baseball, bad blunt
Hit a homerun
I don't take advice from no one
Me and my man's, yeah my homie's
Go so dumb
Don't f** with no one
Bad little thing in my ride (in my ride)
I keep her by my side (by my side)
Flex with them yeah
I just might
I been stackin' paper, them numbers look right
Verse 2: Emilio Paredes
b**h you can put your hands down
This is not a charity
All my f**s to give
Now there is such a rarity
New sh** when I'm rocking
You can never get a parody
If I had to be you
Then I prolly would be scared of me
We don't play no games now
We grow all the f** up
Knew you back in highschool and still you always a f** up
Gotta get my books up
b**h you was a busta
Reppin' for my blocka, blocka
You don't want none
I been gone a minute
But I'm workin' on a mixtape
All my dogs on board like riptape
Its been taking longer cause I'm asking "what's your b**h think?"
Everything you do is what your b**h hate
Pull up with my team top down and in my new ride
You can pa** that sh** if you don't like
Money ain't a problem dawg I won't lie
When I see what I want it'll be mine
Chorus: Steezefield
I just wanna smoke some
Baseball, bad blunt
Hit a homerun
I don't take advice from no one
Me and my man's, yeah my homie's
Go so dumb
Don't f** with no one
Bad little thing in my ride (in my ride)
I keep her by my side (by my side)
Flex with them yeah
I just might
I been stackin' paper, them numbers look right (x2)
Outro: Emilio Paredes
Now who gonna stop me when I pull up so effortless
You see I am shining like the gold on my necklace
Said I wasn't meant for this
I said I get my ends from this
Now they hurting bad
I swear these motherf**ers sensitive
I was takin' blue pills
Didn't wanna be alive
Doors on the wip
Now only type of suicide
My confidant lose a lotta confidence [?]...