Lyrics

Pray to god that I get it niggas they be talking they don't know how I'm living Ima get my money stack it up to the ceiling big bank roll And all my niggas steady winning all these blue hunnits dead niggas think I'm cripping fly young nigga in the field I be dripping And I got them shooters on my side they ain't missing niggas swear they be so hard But in the field they be tipping bitch I learned to get my bag up Them niggas plotting they be watching they can't stand us I got the .30 In my dip if he stand up opp in the field told that lil nigga man up (Man up!) Pray to god that I get it niggas they be talking they don't know how I'm living Ima get my money stack it up to the ceiling big bank roll And all my niggas steady winning all these blue hunnits dead niggas think I'm cripping fly young nigga in the field I be dripping and I got them shooters on my side they ain't missing niggas swear they be so hard But in the field they be tipping hit em with the stick .33 like Scottie Pippen Nigga run up on me and this chopper got em limping He spinned up in a hooptie and this chopper got em lifting he toting on the gram But on his finsta he be simping and I got these bitches on my dick I be pimping Them niggas ain't no steppas they just say it for a image You ain't stepping in the field, you be stepping in the mentions I got christians on my shoes whole time I be sinning (Whole time) Like what you want, want you on? cant trip about a bitch Cause a whore gone be a whore Late nights running making trips right up the store remember we ain't got it Through that struggle we was poor pray to god that I get it niggas they be talking They don't know how I'm living ima get my money stack it up to the ceiling big bank roll And all my niggas steady winning all these blue hunnits dead niggas think I'm cripping Fly young nigga in the field I be dripping and I got them shooters on my side They ain't missing niggas swear they be so hard but in the field they be tipping Pray to god that I get it niggas they be talking they don't know how I'm living Ima get my money stack it up to the ceiling big bank roll And all my niggas steady winning all these blue hunnits dead niggas think I'm cripping fly young nigga in the field I be dripping And I got them shooters on my side they ain't missing Niggas swear they be so hard but in the field they be tipping
Writer(s): Deon Hawkins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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