From The Bottom Lyrics
Damn, Clemsy, you snapped on this one
Go crazy, AG
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Lil’ shawty exotic, that’s just how I like it
Thiry-two thousand, I spend on Versace
When I first hit that lick, it was all about the money
If you have my kid, I’ma fix up your body
We gon’ board on a private, then dock in Miami
Extension cord, got it stuffed in my fanny
I ran up more in the pandemic
Got the shit off the floor, ain’t no handouts
When I hopped out the Porsche, had them bands out
Made her get a abortion, she fanned out
Mama, look at your boy, he a man now
Youngin’ jumped off the porch, now his man down
When the yola came in, it was tan-brown
Used to think that I can’t, but I can now
I just laugh to the bank with them bands now
Got a hundred in change, you get ran down
I came a long way from the bottom and I did it with the bros
I came a long way from the ‘partments, posted by the corner store
I came a long way from the projects, winter time, we used the stove
And I came a long way in the process, now my heart turned cold
They say it’s cheaper to keep her, but no, I don’t want her
I pass that bitch right to the homie
I keep that heater when I be out grindin’
‘Cause I know these n***** wanna come harm me
I rather do this shit all by my lonely
All by myself, no, I don’t need a army
I’m blowin’ purple, baby, like it’s Barney
I spent ’bout thirty acres up in Barney’s
Shawty say that I drip like a n**** from Harlem
Told my team that it over, let’s go chase the commas
Damn near ’bout to lean over while geeked up on molly
My lil’ n**** should’ve did what I taught him
Got that lean by the case, couple cases I caught ’em
Brand new i8, I’ma give it to Poppa
Brozak cookin’ up Yay just to fill up his pockets
Fuck it up, let it spray, I don’t wanna do talkin’
Whole hundred racks, fuck that up in the club
I know she got my back, that’s my muthafuckin’ thug
Steady sippin’ on Act’, that’s them two double cups
I’ma count all these racks, while I do all these drugs
Got my neck and wrist wet like a swimmin’ pool
I done traded in the ‘Vette for a two-door coupe
Swear it’s so many bitches, is hard to choose
I still go to the trenches with all these blues
I came a long way from the bottom
I came a long way from the ‘partments
I came a long way from the bottom
I came a long way from the projects yeah
If shawty exotic, that’s just how I like it
Thiry-two thousand, I spend on Versace
When I first hit that lick, it was all about the money
If you have my kid, I’ma fix up your body
We gon’ board on a private, then dock in Miami
Extension cord, got it stuffed in my fanny
I ran up more in the pandemic
Got this shit off the floor, ain’t no hand outs
When I hopped out the Porsche, had them bands out
Made her get a abortion, she fanned out
Mama look at your boy, he a man now
Youngin’ jumped off the porch, now his man down
When the Yola came in, it was tan-brown
Used to think that I can’t, but I can now
I just laugh to the bank with them bands now
Got a hundred in change, you get ran down
I came a long way from the bottom and I did it with the bros
I came a long way from the ‘partments, posted by the corner store
I came a long way from the projects, winter time, we used the stove
And I came a long way in the process, now my heart turned cold