Underdogs
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Underdogs
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Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
That's it right there, Gnealz
Ayy
Beach boy in this woe, do my thing then I go
Gave 'em my sauce, let 'em have it
Oh, whoa
Take all the fame, I don't want it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy (gave 'em my sauce, gave 'em my sauce, let 'em have it)
I gave 'em they sauce, let 'em have it (let 'em have it)
Take all the fame, I don't want it (I don't want it)
Leave my name outta the credits
Underdogs, don't you ever forget it
Cut that ho off like a savage (like a savage)
I thought this here what you wanted (what you wanted)
Tell 'em, fuck what they expected
Underdogs turning into them legends
I thought this here what you wanted, ayy
I thought this here what you wanted (I thought this here what you wanted)
I thought this here what you wanted
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
I thought this here what you wanted, ayy
I thought this here what you wanted (I thought this here what you wanted)
I thought this here what you wanted
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Came up and dropped outta college, yeah
Beach boy hit the road, figured I had enough knowledge
Ran up a checks, started adding on mileage
Yeah, yeah
Everybody got goals, not everybody's get accomplished
Look, I mean let's just be honest
How many Rollies you've saved?
How many homies you've paid?
Hold up, wait, don't think we on the same page
I'm tryna make hella bread, run this shit up 'til I'm dead ('til I'm dead)
You trynna flex for the feds, ain't nobody too impressed (no)
Lil' boy
Need to check in with yo parents (yo parents)
Go home 'fore you get embarrassed (get embarrassed)
This ain't the life that you wanted (you wanted)
Underdogs never get credit (no credit)
Shit get to your head if you let it (you let it)
Focus on you, fuck the drama (ayy)
Yung P gon' get to these commas
One way or another
We gon make it someday (someday)
Don't wanna see us getting paid
They just wanna ride up on our wave
I gave 'em they sauce, let 'em have it (let 'em have it)
Take all the fame, I don't want it (I don't want it)
Leave my name outta the credits
Underdogs, don't you ever forget it
Cut that ho off like a savage (like a savage)
I thought this here what you wanted (what you wanted)
Tell 'em, fuck what they expected
Underdogs turning into them legends
I thought this here what you wanted, ayy
I thought this here what you wanted (I thought this here what you wanted)
I thought this here what you wanted
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
I thought this here what you wanted, ayy
I thought this here what you wanted (I thought this here what you wanted)
I thought this here what you wanted
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Because I, I was young once, too
And I'll tell you somethin'
The fact that you're here and doin' as well
As you're doin' gives me, what do you call it motivization?
Lil' boy
We just getting started
Me and G turn up the party
Shawty seen us and she choosing, yeah
She like the way that we moving, ayy
Fuck that lil' bitch, she a thottie
Come get your bitch, she been naughty
I'm in the booth going stupid, yeah
This beat go fucking retarded
Ayy, yeah
This beat go fucking retarded, ayy
Me and G turn up the party
I thought this ain't what you wanted
Ironic, yeah
She see my wave now she on it
Shawty turnt up off the Henny
Told her I don't need friends, I got plenty, yeah
Party
Can't get her hands off my body
Love when she shaking that booty, ayy
Come here and back it up on me
Thottie, yeah
She give me head when she shotty
Ride down the coast, smoke on some dope
Pour up and sip, it's a hobby
I got the juice, I'm from the juice
Underdog like Rocky, ayy
My bitches hot like wasabi
Come to the coast cause she want me
Left you at home 'cause you boring
Fuck on that bitch while you snoring
Yeah, yeah
I thought this here what you wanted
Tell 'em, fuck what they expected
Underdogs turning into them legends
One way or another
We gon make it someday
Don't wanna see us getting paid
They just wanna ride up on our wave
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