Lyrics

Is that your girl I been texting? (What?) Ride with no hands like a Tesla (Yuh!) Fn it sit on the dresser I just woke up mad as hell Damn! They better talk to me nicely! I'm Ewing defended by Spike Lee My boys goin' mix you like iced tea You know I ain't talking bout throwing them hands! I'm tryna pull up in new 911s Take my shorty to the top straight to heaven! Lately the smoke ain't been curing depression! But this shit made me go wavey as hell! All of that time but spend none on yourself What the fuck you doin looking so selfish? Let's get this shit cracking quick like some shellfish Smoking wallflowers it's bad fo my health When I get the coupe make it matte black for stealth No they can't hang they be holding they breath Only big fish can survive at this depth So I'mma keep grinding till day of my death New G wag and the inside tuff All my gold looking like king tut I ain't need to talk when I'm worth so much I won't need to talk when I'm worth so much I won't need to talk when I'm worth so much I won't need a tan when the wrist goin' bust I won't need to talk when I'm worth so much! I won't need to talk when I'm worth so much Won't need to say shit when dripped like a pharaoh Put the whole team on my back apparel. But cut the rats off they goin' turn your ass feral! I've been chilled to the bones felt that shit in my marrow Big Guap stack paper like Daryl! I already got a bitch so I ain't no hero! Vvs on my neck they clean they sterile Had to leave my ops screaming on the porch they caroling! Like dude! What the fuck you came in with your motherfucking crew! Keep a lotta hittas round me all they do is... All they do is stoop Everybody rude Everyone professing not confessing how they moody Had some brothers who done switched up on me out the blueski But Imma keep on grindin Till my pockets fat like druski! Only got one life lil' killa ya there ain't no guly Leave the haters in the back like where the roof be! On a narrow road and this shit getting spooky But imma keep on grinding till you fuckers wish you knew me... New G wag and the inside tuff All my gold looking like king tut I ain't need to talk when I'm worth so much I won't need to talk when I'm worth so much I won't need to talk when I'm worth so much I won't need a tan when the wrist goin' bust I won't need to talk when I'm worth so much! I won't need to talk when I'm worth so much
Writer(s): Markus Minarik Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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