Optic Prod Teewings by Snack

Im ping it thumping it pumping it my money running it

since i was 7 in my momma hands i started hitting licks

im up and piping hitting that lil shawty you was tryna get

I gave up on football got up off my now tryna get rich

Thinking he gone run off with money that boy think he slick

Niggas tried to slip up in some shoes that i could barely fit

You aint getting try to lie bout what you aint wit

Aint tell me lick this the lifestyle that i picked

grinding working and hustling im tryna get a knot

Do it by myself cause s snitch and they become a opp

Thinking that he hot and he cool cause he up now

Niggas beefing killing over colors better duck down

I dont want no beef im tryna make it making not a sound

Make a sound if he diss a gang catch a hunnid rounds

Niggas brothers snitching on each other now they locked down

Fans funny thinking its a game cause they some silly clowns

Aint nobody want to help me up when i was really down

Go and let him frown illusion boy im optic

Forget a mopstick smackdown he get drop kicked

You a broke boy you a lame im the opposite

Steady snitchng going undercover now a opp hit

Many thots all up in our school let the block hit
Aint never liying on the track never off it

Off it end up just like peep in the coffin

Im coughin all up in the stu you got me really sick

You a lame worn out thot i dont wanna hit

You go baby sit you a hoe girl you ratchet

If he act up no diss let him have it

Ima ball hard thats facts im not average

You a funny guy come around boy you practic

Grades in front of me hold me back like some traffic

Talking bout you gone make a song that wont happen

You average you couldnt even rhyme if you practiced

Hop on any beat kill the hoe make it tragic

Money in yo pockets disappear like its magic

You aint getting hoes lil you a got

A classic money on my mind im gone get that

We gone split it that break that like a kit kat

Trust his homie got him smoking dope and he laced that

Nigga running track run it up thats a big fact

They dont never lack so you better watch how you act

Sneaking in the bushes all night like a black cat

100 bandz all up in my pockets tryna get racks

Finesse you out yo money boy i swear you wont get back
Click clack you wont take a life you wont take a soul

I meant that knowing he wont kill he gone really fold

Tell you tho i dont got no hoes i dont got no bros

Silly hoe i just want the top girl keep on yo clothes

Nintendo running like he tryna earn some bitcoin

Tenderloin grill a up like a serloin steak

Girl you aint gone get no money so get out of my face

Shout out Keonshe cause in music that got some taste

If it go down i wont never catch no case

But if its for a couple bandz ima go and do the race

Talking evidence lil no i wouldnt leave a trace

Getting to the bandz in first place pick up the pace

Leave these hoes on red like some tomato paste

Release date
December 29, 2017

Record label
2FAMOUS