PROD. LARRY LEAGUE

[Intro/Hook: Larry]
Uhhey!
Blessin' you again cause it ain't nothin' to it (that's over)
You ain't ready yeah you don't know how to do it (I'll show you)
Passin' you the flame and just never lose it (never lose it)
Let that bitch hit then we goin' stupid (uhhey!)
Blessin' you again cause it ain't nothin' to it (that's over)
You ain't ready yeah you don't know how to do it (I'll show you)
Passin' you the flame and just never lose it (never lose it)
Let that bitch hit then we goin' stupid

[Verse 1: Randy!]
I'mma face these Backwoods 'til I face the music (doot doot)
Thirty clip make him shuffle he look just like cupid (doot doot)
Why you hit my smart phone talkin' stupid? (so stupid)
My right hand might slime you just like mucus (ew)
I got all the fucking birdies, I got all the toucans
Money rush in just like Vladimir Putin
Hold that weight on your shoulder, not no burden (not a fuckin' burden)
Hope today that you get the fucking birds in (that you get the fucking birds in)
Bricks wrapped up like a turban (like a motherfuckin' turban)
I can't fuck with no serpent (I can't fuck with no serpent)

[Verse 2: Larry]
I'm in the hotel so many bags, but I ain't no bellhop
Best believe I spend it all by the time that bell call (ring)
The way them people creepin' really make my skin crawl (uh)
After all they been waiting in the dark like Spawn (ayy)
If bro jump off a cliff then I guess I'm skydiving (woosh)
You can't take this trip, you ain't got the sky mileage
Big money plays, I don't need no advisor
Just me, myself, some haze, and this Balmain Tiger

[Hook: Larry]
Blessin' you again cause it ain't nothin' to it (that's over)
You ain't ready yeah you don't know how to do it (I'll show you)
Passin' you the flame and just never lose it (never lose it)
Let that bitch hit then we goin' stupid (uhhey!)
Blessin' you again cause it ain't nothin' to it (that's over)
You ain't ready yeah you don't know how to do it (I'll show you)
Passin' you the flame and just never lose it (never lose it)
Let that bitch hit then we goin' stupid

[Verse 3: SenseiATL]
Catch me on the grind, got grips like grip tape (I got grips)
Three hundred in the duffle, that's that real estate (in my duffle)
Pull up trunk banging got some pumps in the back (bah!)
Countin' fat stacks, who the fuck is Kat Stacks (bitch)
Mike Tyson on the mic I'm packin' heavy hits (Mike Tyson)
Sippin' on some mud, I'm finna chop and screw your bitch (sippin' mud)
Tarantino with the clips so I never miss (frraah!)
Seven in the morning, whippin' dope like grits

[Outro/Hook: Larry]
Blessin' you again cause it ain't nothin' to it (that's over)
You ain't ready yeah you don't know how to do it (I'll show you)
Passin' you the flame and just never lose it (never lose it)
Let that bitch hit then we goin' stupid (uhhey!)
Blessin' you again cause it ain't nothin' to it (that's over)
You ain't ready yeah you don't know how to do it (I'll show you)
Passin' you the flame and just never lose it (never lose it)
Let that bitch hit then we goin' stupid
Way too dumb
Can't have enough
Way above
Going way too dumb
Way too dumb (way too dumb)
Can't have enough (I need more)
Way above (soaring)
Going way too dumb
Way too dumb