Pasto Flocco - NBA80s lyrics

[Intro] (Chulo) Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah [Pre-Chorus] I been the G.O.A.T, I don't give a fu*k 'bout recognition ni**as been sleeping on me, now I'm up like the 24th, waiting for Christmas Watching your old friends, ni**as start hating on you when they want your position Do that sh*t straight from the heart and I'm genuine, ni**as, they still won't listen Got out the hood and I booked me a flight to L.A. and I had to get missing Got some racks in addition, whole hood think I'm missing [Chorus] Ha, ni**a, I'm on a mission (Mission) My grandma told me, doing different She tell me, "Go hop on that mic and kill sh*t" Holy fu*k, she don't like all the cursing I hop on thе mic, splurge it They copyin' my wordin' See, hop on my bike, I curvе it Ride the lil' b*tch then I learned her She told me, "Pull up and bust it" Shout out my ni**as on Sutphin Hop in a all black Suburban She nibble this dick like she nursing [Verse 1] Ha, I met her, she told me that she a virgin Ha, I probably was high, I thought she was perfect This time I'm buying, there's no need to discuss it This time I'm buying, started love with money She tried to tell me she love me Back then, b*tches used to dub me 2020, all these hoes love me Right at the come-up, they start to move funny All of these comments, it's like a GoFundMe Gotta invest it, I'm tryna live comfy My momma, she ain't raise a dummy I'm goin' ham like a pack of some lunch meat I felt dumb and I copped some Balenci's Got them CT2's, them sh*ts not comfy [Pre-Chorus] I been the G.O.A.T, I don't give a fu*k 'bout recognition ni**as been sleeping on me, now I'm up like the 24th, waiting for Christmas Watching your old friends, ni**as start hating on you when they want your position Do that sh*t straight from the heart and I'm genuine, ni**as, they still won't listen Got out the hood and I booked me a flight to L.A. and I had to get missing Got some racks in addition, whole hood think I'm missing [Chorus] Ha, ni**a, I'm on a mission (Mission) My grandma told me, doing different She tell me, "Go hop on that mic and kill sh*t" Holy fu*k, she don't like all the cursing I hop on the mic, splurge it They copyin' my wordin' See, hop on my bike, I curve it Ride the lil' b*tch then I learned her She told me, "Pull up and bust it" Shout out my ni**as on Sutphin Hop on it that all black Suburban She nibble this dick like she nursing [Verse 2] Ha, I met her, she told me that she was a virgin Ha, I probably was high, I thought she was perfect This time I'm buying, there's no need to discuss it This time I'm buying, started love with money She tried to tell me she love me Back then, b*tches used to dub me 2020, all these hoes love me Right at the come-up, they start to move funny All of these comments, it's like a GoFundMe Gotta invest it, I'm tryna live comfy My momma, she ain't raise a dummy I'm goin' ham like a pack of some lunch meat I felt dumb and I copped some Balenci's Got them CT2's, them sh*ts not comfy (Yeah)