Hell yeah Had to get this shit now, 'cause it ain't no waiting Had to get this shit now
Had to get this shit now, 'cause it ain't no waiting Had to fuck the bank twice, ain't no masturbating I've been balling super hard, I feel like Chamberlain Fuck that bitch and then I get let her go, you know she waiting Fuck that bitch and then I give her back, her boyfriend hating Slow my life down with them Xannies, bitch, I'm in the matrix Rolling up a blunt, it's OG gas, and I'ma face it Uh, yeah, ayy, yeah I go through these phases, it's amazing This bitch drive me crazy Like Mercedes Crash the Mercedеs Smash your lady On the daily Fuck nigga, don't play me Fuck nigga, I play for keeps On the scеne, I spray then leave These niggas won't let me be These niggas won't let me breathe Run up on me, I make 'em bleed Choppa on me, it make 'em leak New gun, I'ma cock it back Put that to your stock, and cap Click-clack, fuck nigga, get back Bobby Brown, I'ma spit that crack Get the fuck out of my trap You ain't welcome in my trap Real niggas up in my trap Trill niggas up in my trap We don't know how to act Lately, I've been pouring up Act' Bad bitch get hit from the back After that, may give her a stack I ain't pay for a pussy, no cap I ain't pay for a pussy, no cap Bitch still wanna come, get that Wanna know where my new crib at Fuck nigga, you better fall back 'Cause the gun to your head, fall back Got a gun in my hand, fall back Got a gun on my hip, fall back Got a choppa in the trunk, fall back 'Cause we dip, we jump, fall back Put a bullet hole in yo' ball cap And you know we don't fuck wit all that And your dog topped, like durag On the top, like a new durag I'ma fuck your bitch, do that I'ma leave her in the past I'ma count up all my cash I'ma get right in my bag I know these niggas mad 'Cause all I do is brag I don't look at the tags That .40 on me, get tagged That .40 on me, get dragged These niggas not straight, they fags You know I get money, all rack Rack up, rack up, that rack Run up on me, you get hit, clapped Run that shit like a lap So perky my relapse I run it like a lap The police on my ass, uh I get ghost up in that Ghost, huh Yeah, I do the most Brag up on 'em, and I boast, yeah Pop a bottle, pop a model, same thing in my eyes Run up on me, .40 on me, leave you traumatized My gun got a silence, you know you ain't die, bitch Run up you gon' die bitch, got a .45 bitch With a .9 bitch, you know you ain't my bitch You ain't my bitch, you know you ain't my bitch You's a sidekick, you know you ain't my bitch You's a sidekick, you know you ain't my bitch You's a sidek-, sidek-, you a sidekick, side I still may go ride it like a bike Run up on me, then you gonna die Put that on my life, my dick in your wife Yeah, hell yeah Fucking right, hell yeah Fucking right, hell yeah, yeah Bitch I'm booted, bitch I'm zooted, and you know Probably run up on 'em, then I let it go I was running through the six with the woes .40 hit 'em with it, woah Money machine gang Money machine gang, Xanny and lean gang Money machine gang, money machine gang Money machine gang, fuck your team gang Money machine gang, fuck your team gang Money machine gang, fuck your team gang She do the whole gang, that's a team thang Money machine gang, money machine gang Money machine gang, money machine gang I feel like a boss, bitch, you're fired, you laid off A killer at heart, bitch, I feel like I'm Adolf In the cut, my AK on me, I'm gonna let it off, uh Don't believe try me, yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it off, huh, ayy Catch a body gang, that's what we about, yeah, ayy Off the molly gang, at your bitch house, uh, ayy Got the whole gang at your bitch house, uh, ayy Did our whole thing at your bitch house, yeah I'm back out, got locked up for selling at the crack house Skate up on a nigga at the blackout Mask out, fuck 'em up Mag out, fuck 'em up He on my phone, he ordered to fuck me up, yeah, yeah, huh So we had to fuck him up, ayy, yeah Ayy, G-Money in the cut, countin' money up Ayy, I'ma take a Perc to ease the pain I'ma buy a Perc today 60 through Cash App, send that shit this way Plug pull up, Ruger's tucked, shoot 'em up Shoo-shoot 'em up, shoo-shoot 'em up Yeah, yeah, yeah I get high, bitch I don't care Touch the sky bitch, you not my bitch Woah ho-oh My gun got a silence (Mhm), you know you ain't die bitch (Yeah) I'm fly- c'mon Woah ho-oh What's brakkin', uh, huh, huh I know niggas lacking, uh, huh, huh I ain't never ever lacking, uh, huh, huh .40 on me, yeah, I smack it, uh, huh, huh Told you I ain't with the lacking, uh, huh, huh Yeah, I be pistol packing, yeah, huh, huh If I don't got it then my brother got one, huh Smoking big blunts, smoking big blunts Ayy, wait Better get your money up Ayy, yeah I be on a money hunt Ayy, yeah On your spot, I shoot it up Ayy, ain't no Timberland, I boot it up, yeah, ayy One second, it's leave me alone Then, I don't want to be alone Yeah, I want you to leave me 'lone But I don't wanna be alone I don't wanna be there alone I don't wanna be alone I don't wanna be here alone I don't wanna be alone I don't wanna be if she can't be with me, I won't be If she can't see with me, I won't see, yeah She's what I need, yeah Like pills and I ring, yeah Mix that with that lean, that promethazine Make my sprite bleed, make my sprite bleed Make your gang bleed, huh, ayy, huh I fell in love with the paper, then the guap came Fuck the bank 'til the guap came I fell in love with that bitch, she love cocaine Too bad we don't love the same things I fell in love with the money, then the guap came, yeah Fuck the bank 'til the guap came I fell in love with her pussy, she love cocaine Too bad we don't like the same things Uh, yeah, yeah Uh, yeah, huh, yeah Keep in tucked, yeah, huh, huh You can't keep up with us (Yeah, ayy) I remember they was dissing us The same hoes down to fuck, yeah I don't like parties, but I still go Balenciaga runners look like steel toes
Paper on me Bitch I'm out of your reach Out of your re– Money on me (Money) .40 on me, yeah Hundreds on me, yeah (Woah ho-oh) (Yeah) (Mhm) (Yeah, ayy) (Woah ho-ho)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
