Lyrics

Uh I know if this don't deal come Like fuck it I'm still top one Bad bitches just chill in the sun Ion want no love just fun Cause half of the time it be fake And I'm on the grind for the cake They know I stay drip like the lake Might fuck her friend on a break Been gucci surrounded by snakes I'm good eating lobster and steak Smoking on top shelf not the shake And I seen all the real turnout fake Like fuck it guess I was a fool For the opps invest the tool Lil bro coming breaking the rules Now they got the whole gang on the news Love my gang if we win or we lose I ain't doing bullshit for the views Ya niggas just might be confused These niggas be watching my moves I ain't gotta nothing to prove You can't have my heart cause it's bruised And I'm sorry for switching my moods OT and she sending me nudes EBK these niggas be food And they know they cant do what I do These niggas cant walk in my shoes These bitches don't get me amused Running around the city I'ma gyalis New York bout to make it palace Just hunnits just stuck in my balance I ain't have no allowance Making plays I feel like the magic They on dick and I know they fanatics These niggas be talking talking that static Till we bend thru slide what happen? Long nose and the clip automatic I was bagging the work in the plastic I got ends on the cyph I'ma match it I just count on a check and cash it
Writer(s): Anthony Ramos Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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