Lyrics

Fuck you got the Glock on yo hip 4 you ain't gone buss it That shit just 4 fashion them niggas be bluffing They know if it's smoke they get put in a Russian Hop out bad yk i'm Bucking In my bag yk i'm Bugging I get the cash and it come in abundance These niggas going out sad like some dummies I'm the king of the town Riding in a foreign now big benz In the hood all we dealing with is them sins Fuck luv what I'm counting on dividends These niggas is hating I laugh at 'em I make ah call that's the last of 'em I got some niggas that's blasting 'em All these bitches I hit from da back of dem I'm counting dem blues all my music be fuego Stay in that trap turning bills in bankrolls Money and bitches and dope how my day go I'm in ny but get packs from the A tho It's all bout respect it ain't just bout ya rank tho Niggas ain't worried bout that Cause soon as you get outta line it's a case closed Niggas gone slide where you at Look All my 4s in here Bitch plus them poles here Ion care if we performing you'll get Peter rolled in here Look All of the gang goated Self made them songs that you hearing we wrote it Niggas is stealing my style they be quoting G4L really the family we chosen My dawg puttin wock in his soda I told him that if he don't stop then it's ova All the hood did it's just turn my heart colder You can't call me lil bro ion care if you older You could tell that it's gas cause the Odor I got the world on my shoulders Bitch you ain't no dog you ah pussy like doja Ian no gangsta I'm more like a soldier I fuck and I dub that bitch Cause I can't trust no bitch I want a wife but I don't want no bitch You can't judge this the life of a thug lil bitch I'm bout to flood my wrist I always pop out with dubs and shit I don't give a fuck what it was I can't jack nobody that ain't showing love and shit
Writer(s): Tyise Garrett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out