"Easy" lyrics
If I ever said I can't then I'm prolly lying
Everything I'm doing easy, I'm barely trying
Be my partner till the end, then you know I'm right
They planning [?], but I ain't surprised
Call my brother Wap, like what he hit for
He said we up a couple thousands it ain't shit tho
We in the big dough, trap money since the flip phones
Who said that we broke, it must came out his lips wrong
Like hold on, see me on my dolo
Pokin' out the pro club, but I don't really do the polo
Speaking on my name, thank you for the free promo
But it's another story if I caught em on the solo
For sure tho
Popping hella gangsta when they all up in them photos
He try some stupid, and getting slumped, Quasimodo
Serving every day, how the fuck is that your bro tho
You looking hella soft, pretty sweet like a rolo
Got em in they fields, got me thinking that they homo
I barely seen a pole and get it dancing like a gogo
Really making plates, trap jumping like pogo
Them birds that you flipping, not existing they some dodo's
My partna copped a drake, and he be feeling like YOLO
When he get to tripping, block spinning like a yoyo
Talking to yourself, tryna [?] you is a hobo
We leave that clown shit, to the circus you is a bozoo
We was flipping for the low, now we got it about a lot
Really everything you wanna be and everything you not
I'm not one of these boys in the shadow of they pops
Really made my own name, big guala big chops
We was flipping for the low, now we got it about a lot
Really everything you wanna be and everything you not
I'm not one of these boys in the shadow of they pops
Really made my own name, big guala big chops
She told me that she pray for me, told her pray for the opps
Got a trick on my sleeve anybody wanna plot
I'm good to get it done, and I'm bad at getting caught
Ion never do the games, play with me and get got
I see them fake flexing man that boy need to stop
All up in them videos with another man watch
Going out sad, really some I cannot
Every time I think I'm done, I turn it up another notch
It's a lot of motherfucker wanna see me in a box
Really fuck em all Imma ball till I drop
You know Dozens that's my dawg told him see you at the top
That's type of shit we on, getting money never stop
My brother got a problem, what it is? What's the plot?
Been loyal to the team, sum that I never bought
Money tell me little how you move it sell lot
They be claiming they your partna tryna knock you out you're spot
Really pop, rubber bands you just popping out yo mouth
Lying to yourself tell me what's is that about
I've been bit by a snake, so I listen to my doubt
He want to try to blitz, you better pick another route
Boy
Ay men, you know what I'm saying
We want that beat run out of breath you fell me
Get the boys [?] process
I know y'all need it
Laudiano
Everything I'm doing easy, I'm barely trying
Be my partner till the end, then you know I'm right
They planning [?], but I ain't surprised
Call my brother Wap, like what he hit for
He said we up a couple thousands it ain't shit tho
We in the big dough, trap money since the flip phones
Who said that we broke, it must came out his lips wrong
Like hold on, see me on my dolo
Pokin' out the pro club, but I don't really do the polo
Speaking on my name, thank you for the free promo
But it's another story if I caught em on the solo
For sure tho
Popping hella gangsta when they all up in them photos
He try some stupid, and getting slumped, Quasimodo
Serving every day, how the fuck is that your bro tho
You looking hella soft, pretty sweet like a rolo
Got em in they fields, got me thinking that they homo
I barely seen a pole and get it dancing like a gogo
Really making plates, trap jumping like pogo
Them birds that you flipping, not existing they some dodo's
My partna copped a drake, and he be feeling like YOLO
When he get to tripping, block spinning like a yoyo
Talking to yourself, tryna [?] you is a hobo
We leave that clown shit, to the circus you is a bozoo
We was flipping for the low, now we got it about a lot
Really everything you wanna be and everything you not
I'm not one of these boys in the shadow of they pops
Really made my own name, big guala big chops
We was flipping for the low, now we got it about a lot
Really everything you wanna be and everything you not
I'm not one of these boys in the shadow of they pops
Really made my own name, big guala big chops
She told me that she pray for me, told her pray for the opps
Got a trick on my sleeve anybody wanna plot
I'm good to get it done, and I'm bad at getting caught
Ion never do the games, play with me and get got
I see them fake flexing man that boy need to stop
All up in them videos with another man watch
Going out sad, really some I cannot
Every time I think I'm done, I turn it up another notch
It's a lot of motherfucker wanna see me in a box
Really fuck em all Imma ball till I drop
You know Dozens that's my dawg told him see you at the top
That's type of shit we on, getting money never stop
My brother got a problem, what it is? What's the plot?
Been loyal to the team, sum that I never bought
Money tell me little how you move it sell lot
They be claiming they your partna tryna knock you out you're spot
Really pop, rubber bands you just popping out yo mouth
Lying to yourself tell me what's is that about
I've been bit by a snake, so I listen to my doubt
He want to try to blitz, you better pick another route
Boy
Ay men, you know what I'm saying
We want that beat run out of breath you fell me
Get the boys [?] process
I know y'all need it
Laudiano
