[Verse 1] Niggas switching but that’s fine with me But I’d rather niggas switch, than fake ride with me Hope you just be my enemy instead of lie to me Nigga prolly would’ve killed me, would he died for me? I just want a million dollars that my mom can see I’ll get you hit for real, don’t know why niggas tryin’ me Certified G, I’m who these niggas tryin’a be I went from sleeping on a bunk to flying privately Is she lying to my face when she on top of me Shit, honestly, yeah probably Try to play me like a lame as far as I can see And all that sauce, she saw that drippin’, she got for me [?] with all the gangstas holdin’ on your own at the gym Ask about me they gon’ say you better not start shit with him That boy gon’ get you wacked, oh yeah, he’s heartless for real I was stopin’ niggas out and had blood on my Timbs I was thuggin’ for real, but these niggas playin’ All this fakin’, they’re just tryin’a stop my concentration Niggas pray I never make it, niggas speakin’ bad on me guaranteed hatin’
[Chorus] ‘Cause everyday come back silent when you ask about me Walk on nigga come and try these straps around me There’s 20 in my pocket, I keep cash around me If you cross me nigga ain’t no coming back around me I’m just running up a bag, all these hundreds on me I’ve got Gucci, I’ve got Fendi, all this money on me All these bitches playing games, you can’t run it on me [?] come back solid, ain’t no fuck shit on me
[Verse 2] All these dreads make your bitch look Your favorite shooter down the road, gettin’ his shit took I ain’t fakin’, ask my partner that Thought he was gangsta, prison knocked that tough shit out of him Thought that was my [?], but them niggas weren’t lookin’ out They be lookin’ up to me and I’m smiling while lookin’ down When I was fresh out, yeah, I said I ain’t working out Fuck doing them pull ups, if he play then I’m pulling out My own niggas went against me That’s why I’m flexin’, I’ll make it so that they miss me All this power come with shooters nigga I’m FreeBand gang you know what I can do to nigga
[Chorus] ‘Cause everyday come back silent when you ask about me Walk on nigga come and try these straps around me There’s 20 in my pocket, I keep cash around me If you cross me nigga ain’t no coming back around me I’m just running up a bag, all these hundreds on me I’ve got Gucci, I’ve got Fendi, all this money on me All these bitches playing games, you can’t run it on me [?] come back solid, ain’t no fuck shit on meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
