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currently - jay vilpin lyrics

i’m not a project baby no more, i’m a suburbs kid

what’s a job, b*tch? i’m booming off the cash app
i’m out in cobb county trying to find a hoe & thrash that
we mutting turo cars, push that renti like a scat pack
i threw a ten*piece to baby sis and told her stash that
currently, i’ve been getting to the currency
i hit some n*ggas’ hoes, now them n*ggas want to murder me
all my opps are broke boys them n*ggas ain’t concerning me
i made another custy, now he asking, what you serving me?

that’s thrax pack
so you know that imma tax that
take your sh*t and go, bro, ain’t n0body trying to match that
i won’t hit that hoe, ain’t n0body trying to catch that
shawty trying to f*ck with me again, but i’ve been looking past that
i’m gone
yo, zb, what’s the play today
we not athletic, but my n*ggas moving major weight
i’m empathеtic, i can show you how to make a way
f*ckboy don’t get it, he would rathеr go and player hate
i bet i know how to make it shake
certified trap n*gga from dade
i think it’s safe to say
been road running, ripping through the city like i’m running late
i do the dash on them crackers, can’t let them boys see the plate
what’s a job, b*tch? i’m booming off the cash app
i’m out in cobb county trying to find a hoe & thrash that
we mutting turo cars, push that renti like a scat pack
i threw a ten*piece to baby sis and told her stash that
currently, i’ve been getting to the currency
i hit some n*ggas’ hoes, now them n*ggas want to murder me
all my opps are broke boys them n*ggas ain’t concerning me
i made another custy, now he asking, what you serving me?

y’all n*ggas played, n*ggas grits
n*ggas don’t be with the sh*ts
we was out here as some jits, smoking weed and hitting l!cks
i was trying to get some kicks
all up in them people’s sh*t
now i be all up in your crib, trying to get up in your b*tch
you a jit, b*tch you morty & i’m rick
i bet you that type of boy that hit the plug and cop a nick
i’m the type that hit you n*ggas’ hoes
and make you n*ggas sick
wait till i touch me some money
they gon’ say that boy a pr*ck
exterminate him like a tick
aye, do it solo
i’ve been balling on these n*ggas, no soul bowl
miami n*gga, when i’m out of town, i’m so cold
i heard lil homie dissing, i thought it was so*so
what’s a job, b*tch? i’m booming off the cash app
i’m out in cobb county trying to find a hoe & thrash that
we mutting turo cars, push that renti like a scat pack
i threw a ten*piece to baby sis and told her stash that
currently, i’ve been getting to the currency
i hit some n*ggas’ hoes, now them n*ggas want to murder me
all my opps are broke boys them n*ggas ain’t concerning me
i made another custy, now he asking, what you serving me?

- jay vilpin lyrics

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