How That Go – OBN Jay

And I feel like nigga only hatin’ ’cause I’m young
But I’m on my shit though

Was on my ass when I was younger
Now I’m on my shit
I got out of school and went to work, ain’t talkin’ ’bout no trick
People, they burn it up
This bitch a part of my fit
I need a hundred M’s in the paint before I’m twenty six
This how I live
This shit gotta turn the fuck around
This what it is
I came all by myself straight from the ground
I’m a lit creature, watch how I boom
Sh, ain’t gon’ make a sound
No lookin’ back, it’s up from here
I gotta lay the high shit down

I’m just a lil’ soldier
I’m sick from the shoulder
Tryna keep my focus
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I got a lil’ older
Taste that till it’s over
My verse is gettin’ colder
Da, da, da, da
Got too many numbers in my phone
And they all callin’ me
Just two months ago I was a school bitch who was doggin’ me
You were prolly mad, you know this bitch wanna suck all of me
But I’ma keep on workin’ for that bed
Bitch, I’m just bound to eat

Truth to that bag
I don’t need no size in one dogs
Got all my ends
Now you can’t even reach my number
Know so many niggas on my section put you under
I can’t even lie
It’s been a hot summer
Postin’, I’m gon’ feel smoke and that gas
Me black in Bumblebee
I stopped from that drank ’cause I be slop sippin’ that bubbly
Niggas there to howlin’ that they bought that do and Master P
Watch me do my shit
And oh, yeah, free Molly nigga deep

Was on my ass when I was younger
Now I’m on my shit
I got out of school and went to work, ain’t talkin’ ’bout no trick
People, they burn it up
This bitch a part of my fit
I need a hundred M’s in the paint before I’m twenty six
This how I live
This shit gotta turn the fuck around
This what it is
I came all by myself straight from the ground
I’m a lit creature, watch how I boom
Sh, ain’t gon’ make a sound
No lookin’ back, it’s up from here
I gotta lay the high shit down

Trippin’ ’bout them hoes
Never that
I’m focused on my bag
I love all my niggas
I took hold of straw, got ain’t no legs
Pushin’ the scare pack
I’m on the M, let’s thank this bitch don’t pass
You ain’t finna catch me
I got two hunnid up on my dash
Got a pocket full of money
I know you hate that shit
I’m tryna be cool before lil’ Jay gon’ take your bitch
What you wanna do?
Plots with the extended clips
Flyin’, I would never
I take unexpected trips
I’ve been on my grind
I swear, I do this shit
Money on my mind
I’m savin’ all my chips
Glock or the HK
This bitch stay up on my hip
They think I’m from LA
They tryna suck up on my drip

Was on my ass when I was younger
Now I’m on my shit
I got out of school and went to work, ain’t talkin’ ’bout no trick
People, they burn it up
This bitch a part of my fit
I need a hundred M’s in the paint before I’m twenty six
This how I live
This shit gotta turn the fuck around
This what it is
I came all by myself straight from the ground
I’m a lit creature, watch how I boom
Sh, ain’t gon’ make a sound
No lookin’ back, it’s up from here
I gotta lay the high shit down