At Least Lyrics

[Intro: Stro]
Blu Magic (Magic)
Yeah (Swish-swish)
(Swish, swish) Yeah

[Chorus: Stro]
What to don't? Where I sit?
What'd I spit? That's a hit
If they sleep, I'on trip
Hit the spot, play the VIP
Every time I pull up, pull up, pull off with a baddie at least
(Baddie at least)
Every time I pull up, pull up, pull off with a baddie at least
(Baddie at least)
What to dream? What'd I live?
What the f*ck? Nothin' to give (Swish, swish)
I got vices, I got visions, I got women at the crib (Swish, swish)
Every time I pull up, pull up, pull off with a baddie at least
(Baddie at least)
Every time I pull up, pull up, pull off with a baddie at least
(Baddie at least)

[Verse 1: Stro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Word to God, I am not losin'
Young rap bastard, nothin' like that pop music, uh
Peep the drum, they go dumb (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, they go stupid
Know some niggas, huh, love shootin'
Yeah, they go Cupid (Cupid)
Me, I'm product of the rhythm so I go music (Swish)
Microphone, presence known when I spoke through it, uh (Swish, swish)
Sometimes, I look at the mirror like
"What is the reason you do this for, nigga?"
More checks, big figures (Ha, ha)
More sex, slimmer figures (Ha, ha)
Or build a empire, entire van with ya (Ha)
Vacate the land with ya, bad bitchin' (Yeah), Aunt [?] (Yeah), huh
See what I'm gettin' to? (Uh)
I come from nothin', I gotta make bigger moves
Y'all on that minuscule, I'm in my beginner shoes (Swish, swish)

[Chorus: Stro]
What to don't? Where I sit?
What'd I spit? That's a hit
If they sleep, I'on trip
Hit the spot, play the VIP
Every time I pull up, pull up, pull off with a baddie at least
(Baddie at least)
Every time I pull up, pull up, pull off with a baddie at least (Baddie at least)
What to dream? What'd I live?
What the f*ck? Nothin' to give (Swish, swish)
I got vices, I got visions, I got women at the crib (Swish, swish)
Every time I pull up, pull up, pull off with a baddie at least
(Baddie at least)
Every time I pull up, pull up, pull off with a baddie at least
(Baddie at least)

[Verse 2: 070 Phi]
And I'm good, can't you tell?
Get that bag with no Chanel
She gon' have to keep on puttin' all them wishes in the well
Let my brodie out the cell, now he out here smokin' good
I ain't go to Rolling Loud, I was out here in the hood
Rollin' loud in the wood, call my bitch my honey berry
We smoke a lot of weed, we don't do no Katy Perry
Remember, it get scary, like back in February
When I ain't had no crib, my brodie sleepin' out the tele'
No food up in my belly, I had to bust a jug
Now I'm out here gettin' to this shit exactly how I should
And she say that she need me, I'm glad it's understood
I'ma pull off on her easy, I ain't lackin', now I'm good, huh

[Chorus: Stro]
Yeah, what to don't? Where I sit?
What'd I spit? That's a hit
If they sleep, I'on trip
Hit the spot, play the VIP
Every time I pull up, pull up, pull off with a baddie at least
(Baddie at least)
Every time I pull up, pull up, pull off with a baddie at least
(Baddie at least)
What to dream? What'd I live?
What the f*ck? Nothin' to give (Swish, swish)
I got vices, I got visions, I got women at the crib (Swish, swish)
Every time I pull up, pull up, pull off with a baddie at least
(Baddie at least)
Every time I pull up, pull up, pull off with a baddie at least
(At least, at least, at least, at least)

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