Lyrics

Moneybag zolo never going in slo-mo Everybody want to get the bars on the bono But a pro never go to the well of the broke Only celebrating something by inhaling a smoke Never tell, don't ask Been bad since a bus pass Get up out the studio and run with your sus ass Need a Jenny Lo, and some Henny and dro Many get low But never seeming ready to go Don't placate Spin her on the floor like a Beyblade Then she get rays Sunny days are the main thing But she maintain Always hearing shit I ain't say She could throw it back, but the attitude, it change things Til she hear shit like this She ain't never been around a fucking hit like this Every letter written out worth like eight, nine bids And then I burn a bitch down with a strychnine riff Too rich for the town but I still get down with you If I get too good I'ma ditch this clown with you If it ain't that late I could still get down with you Still tryna see your place, gonna blow this out with you Get up get down with you Get up get down with you Get up get down with you Got a place for two Get up get down with you Get up get down with you Get up get down with you Got a place for two Aye They don't want it like that When I'm on the beat, I just rip it and attack You ain't even got to hold my seat cause I'm back The return of the mack They just want to know how I get this sound Get your own sound homie If I'm on the track then you know it's a wrap Throw your verse to the trap Ha, you know I'm hot shit It's young A in this bitch, I ain't B-list And I might just flex for the season Might spend a couple bands for no reason Remote start, I ain't got to put the keys in Anybody roll with me look decent If she pay for the meal she's a keeper You can hit me on my celly or my beeper Too rich for the town but I still get down with you Another round or two If I get too good I'ma ditch this clown with you What I'm bound to do If it ain't that late I could still get down with you See what sound could do Still tryna see your place, gonna blow this out with you Tryna pound it through Get up get down with you Right Get up get down with you Right Get up get down with you Right Got a place for two Get up get down with you Right Get up get down with you Right Get up get down with you Right Got a place for two Got a little head from the afterlife Rose from the dead but I'm back for life Hit it with a little bit of stacks So you know I'm back from cash And mad sacrifice Got a little head from the afterlife Rose from the dead but I'm back for life Hit it with a little bit of stacks So you know I'm back from cash And mad sacrifice That famous life boring, I don't need that yet Get faded every morning just to cope with the stress Some dude taking pictures while I'm taking a shit Put the forty on his temple, now he's taking a rest Wee the best to ever do it and the best that's ever going to 724 Pull up, straight pummel you Whole squad of killers, ain't no telling what we finna do Ten-four to Stew, yeah he tell us when we need to shoot One thing they say about me Best kept secret cause I keep it lowkey One plus two, I'm triple OG Best not miss if you run up on me Best to admit that you feeling that bump We can get nutty if you feelin that klump Popping and lock if you wanna get krump Even if you seven-six, bet you fit in that trunk I'm a darker nigga I be living my life so apart from niggas Mild IQ, look so smart to niggas Ain't stopping till I'm seeing Travis Barker figures Travis Scott too, got you Daunted and feeling haunted My niggas always sure to flaunt it With no precaution Meanwhile you're being so exhausted I'm finna launch it Gonna disregard the cost till I'm in a coffin I do this often, I'm awesome
Writer(s): Neverending Mixtape, Christopher Dubois Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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