Lyrics

Plottin and smokin on top of the hill Callin me reckless I'm just keepin it real I do not give a fuck about how you feel Can't tell me nothin had racks when I was lil Took her to berri's and I passed her the bill You not my bad so you can't get a meal Link up with quan and he crackin them seals Money and drugs yeah you know how it feels 3 young niggas in the bando Trappin all night yeah r.i.p to bankroll Wanna go to war, nigga we can hit the tango Young nigga 21 Pushin in a range rove Started from the bottom like some motherfuckin legos Sippin dirty sprite man r.i.p to Fredo Young rich nigga put the city on the map Stayed ten toes then I made a hunnid racks Up 3 days man I been in my bag Oh ya mixtape dropped nigga? I didn't ask Hit the link in ya bio man that shit was trash When I mentioned ya name she giggled and laugh Digital dash wit a whole lotta racks You fuckin wit woes that's a whole lotta gas Leave with ya bitch she came home with a bag You think you knew zay but you don't know the half Plottin and smokin on top of the hill Callin me reckless I'm just keepin it real I do not give a fuck about how you feel Can't tell me nothin had racks when I was lil Took her to berri's and I passed her the bill You not my bad so you can't get a meal Link up with quan and he crackin them seals Money and drugs, yeah you know how it feels Kill the pussy and just leave it deceased Money moves no choreography Different locations, geography Back in I.S.S I use to sleep Teacher sent my ass straight to the deans Now I'm that Nigga with all of the G's Gucci my belt Ksubi my jeans yeah Fuck on ya bitch when she's gettin lonely Make her hit them high notes Alicia Keys Don't want no ties, gone head swallow my seed Paint on her face, that's a masterpiece Sippin Hi-Tech like it's Hi-C Swerve through the hills with the high beams I'm readin the signs, they don't like me You can not spell Fame without me Kill the pussy and just leave it deceased Money moves No choreography Different locations, geography Back in I.S.S I use to sleep Teacher sent my ass straight to the deans Now I'm that Nigga with all of the G's Gucci my belt Ksubi my jeans yeah
Writer(s): Isaiah Woodard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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