Tell a nigga pull up Pull up we poppin' outside I done switched whips like four, five times Like two, three sticks in my ride Tell a nigga pull up Pull up, be ready to die Don't make me mad if you love your life If you do, I ain't wasting no time
Fancy I got the Bottegas on me We posted at the bodega homie I love the guap holy matrimony I done married the money, the paper only Don't fuck with niggas they fake and phony Why do these niggas be faking on me? I'd rather do it all by my lonely Say you want the crown nigga come take it from me
You want the crown, come and take it from me I make it rain when it's looking sunny I'm kind of smart but I be with a dummy Don't make a call if it ain't about money They should've told you ain't nothing funny You should've asked why these bitches love me I keep it on like the water been running I ain't wasting no time if it ain't about nothing Yeah, pull up the seat back I know why he mad I done put in work, no slack And it all paid off, I been thumbing through racks Commas, I need that I know why he mad I been sticking straight to the code Get the bag, while these other niggas coming in last
Tell a nigga pull up Pull up we poppin' outside I done switched whips like four, five times Like two, three sticks in my ride Tell a nigga pull up Pull up, be ready to die Don't make me mad if you love your life If you do, I ain't wasting no time
I'm Mr. get out on feet He try to run through the cut Boy, where you going, get hawked down the street Glock with a switch hit a nigga with a left hook, right hook, Muhammad Ali If you ain't signed to no major you better off not even asking my fee That shit a couple hundred Gs He a pussycat like Garfield Stick make a nigga do a cartwheel Since 'Savage Mode' it's been six years And a nigga still ain't got a heart still Still a hotbox, we cartel Catch 'em on the highway, roadkill Walk up on a nigga, pull his coattail Y'all niggas running from the smoke still Yeah, he a rat but he ain't got cheese Giving out sleep, who want Zs Spinning all summer, ain't no peace Y'all chase clout, we low key Repping 21 'til I'm O.V. He need gas, he on E All that wolfing, he too drunk Got his ass smashed by the O.E. 21, 21
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