Lyrics

I went from rags to riches Yea I got that sack on me right now, lil nigga I'm dripping Yea I keep that strap on me, on God a nigga don't tip me Just because I'm high right now, Don't mean I'm slippin' (nah for real) I got Percocet problem, I got niggas wanna opp me I got niggas wanna diss me on the 'gram, I don't do no talkin' I pull up young nigga just chalk him Make you bound to meet that coffin I had demons on my back, I had to get that shit up off me I got niggas down the road that cut your throat just about a phone I got bitches wanna fuck on a young nigga, 'cause I'm grown I was broke, they ain't give me shit Me and Lil Rudy gon' hit a lick Better be cautious when you talkin', 'Cause these niggas be ready to snitch Better be cautious when you talkin', 'Cause these niggas be ready to snitch Better be cautious 'bout lil Shawty, 'cause lil Shawty yea he [?] Better be cautious 'bout lil Shawty, 'Cause lil Shawty keep that blicky Better be cautious 'bout lil Shawty, 'cause lil Shawty make shit [?] I went from rags to riches Yea I got that sack on me right now, lil nigga I'm dripping Yea I keep that strap on me, on God a nigga don't tip me Just because I'm high right now, Don't mean I'm slippin' (nah for real) How many blocks I spinned? How many racks get spent? How many hoes got laid and sprayed and fucked just for they rent How many niggas that was saying They was down to ride, but ain't do shit How many niggas that was standing by my side now send that Yea nobody say he big dawg, nobody say he did well [?], lil Shawty go hard that's your whole body Shawty go hard that's your whole body Nah for real, nah for real With that stick When we sliding Butterfly get on head Yeah yeah homicide niggas die 'round this bitch Homicide niggas die 'round this bitch
Writer(s): Ryan O'neill, Jalen Garrett, Wunnie Devontae Lee Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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