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Saggin', flaggin', massed up Gangbangin', pill poppin' Opp shoppin', body droppin' But I don't want my gang there nigga Bangin', said it's hold up, you know what's up Niggas keep lying, you niggas dishonest He talking money? He ain't making deposits I ain't making threats, I can make you to promise Blood got split for the clout, now his name in the comments Niggas keep lying, you niggas dishonest He talking money? He ain't making deposits I ain't making threats, I can make you to promise Blood got split for the clout, now his name in the comments We-we in designer Gucci and Louis and Balenciagas Bands in my pocket, so much blue hundreds can't fit in my wallet Bought her your frames, I'm drippin' Givenchy, my pockets all out though Lamborghini gelato, meat some wrenchin' gelato Been in Suburbans, we swervin' in potholes (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt) Told my amigos to aim at his tacos B-B-Bitch I need chips, I need cheese, I need nachos Jimmy Patrón, I ain't sipping Moscato This what you dying for, you ain't do drill, fuck is you lying for? Hit you in a slidin' door, make you a target, put you aside, let's go Niggas gone hang themselves, and I'ma let them, I'ma supply the rope Movie like payed in full, kill up your brother and send him in envelope Niggas keep lying, you niggas dishonest He talking money? He ain't making deposits I ain't making threats, I can make you to promise Blood got spilt for the clout, now his name in the comments Niggas keep lying, you niggas dishonest He talking money? He ain't making deposits I ain't making threats, I can make you to promise Blood got spilt for the clout, now his name in the comments See the stars in the woods and the top and That's off the rip, I came in with it knockin' One in the head, kept the op but we flock it We saw the blinks start to sprint, and then hopped it D-d-dare I'll bill her from stickin' and partin' Clip full, master, just aimin' for noggins Stay strapped, always on time and I got it Niggas be duckin' right and playin' possum Goofy niggas better stay back 'Cause I stay tight, catch a face tat Not a face tat keep a place tight In your grid, tell me where your safe at Rich gangstas in a mayback We escort niggas like state tax My team up, they hate that They cleaned up, no- Niggas keep lying, you niggas dishonest He talking money? He ain't making deposits I ain't making threats, I can make you to promise Blood got spilt for the clout, now his name in the comments Niggas keep lying, you niggas dishonest He talking money? He ain't making deposits I ain't making threats, I can make you to promise Blood got spilt for the clout, now his name in the comments Tryna ban me in my city and shit Like what about all the work I done put in though, really? And I ain't even talkin' 'bout in the streets either That shit we can't speak of Hahahah (brrr) Yeah, get get get...
Writer(s): Bradley Robert Moss, Kevohn John, Jeffrey Alexander Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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