Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Selfmade Kev
Performer
Babyface Ray
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Troncoso
Composer
Lyrics
Yea
I make this play we gon be on there ain't no
Yea
Aigh cmon
(Forever rolling)
If I make this play we gon be on there ain't no next one
I make 30 thousand just off weed and put my neck on
I can't say how much I made off lean just cus I drank some
You say that you made this shit off key you broke the bank huh
Brody really trappin with the keys ain't talkin alicia
I can't say that nigga name he scared I'll make the heat come
Soon as you start mentioning my name I'll bring the reaper
From New York ain't bringing hellcats doing hits off beamers
40 make that nigga cough up blood now he ain't dissin shit
When you drill make sure you get up close don't leave no witnesses
I done cut off all the fakest niggas and been winning since
I got outta jail the perfect timing and been living since
All these niggas cappin on the gram it wasn't making sense
How the fuck you call yourself the plug and you ain't selling shit
How the fuck you acting like you acting like you him
You on some sucker shit
Why the fuck you posting all that money you ain't making shit
Rob put all the pounds inside the trunk I told him make it fit
Once it land I put it on the block and tell them make it flip
I got all my jewelry on I promise you ain't taking this
Luiyi grab the glock and shoot at any nigga hesitant
Soons I come around they feel my presence and they getting tensed
Bitches look at me like I'm a god they tryna swallow dick
I don't drink no green I need that wockhardt fuck it pass the tris
I don't smoke no weed I got the zaza ps for 46
I go buy the Loui and the Gucci when I'm taking trips
Once I get back picking up my profit I made 46
I don't do no cappin go ask heff what we just made do hit
All my niggas active got my youngins doing all the hits
I just took the wocky with the tech and then I made them kiss
Bro be in the trap like is karate he be breaking bricks
I walked in the mall to get some loui now I'm taking pics
My youngin blow a stick like that shit candles up and make a wish
Amiri print
41 wrist
Not a 36
Amiri jacket caught a pint of acki point me to the action
Check the status see who really havin you not in my bracket
Glizzy glued I'm not into lackin I live what I'm rappin
Maybach in that bitch reclining spillin syrup in it
Rental car drive like you got sense it's a birdie in it
Streets talk we outside for real I ain't heard of niggas
Say I changed money got me picky I been curving bitches
It could stop today I ain't trippin I been serving niggas
Big kids still on big wheels harley 30 inches
Down bad down there to my last niggas started switchin
Don't make me laugh bitch it's not a scam i say my pieces hittin
Nigga
Writer(s): Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr., Marcellus Register, Kevin Troncoso
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