Lyrics

(Cut it out frost) Red bone bitch keep hittin' my phone I ain't drop out of school I'm just learning from home Feinin' for music I stay in my zone Dick riding niggas they turn into clones Stacking my bread never needed a loan I'm the 1 giving my young niggas hope Rats out of jail they was droppin' the soap Plug got rich he stopped selling that dope GMG we getting money the fast way Three, two, one, get ready to shoot we in action Give me my check I'ma cash in Remember them days I was broke, can't focus on past tense 1 In the head no lacking, E left tackle you kno' he gon' sack him 50 Thousand in the pocket, fuck with LulSwerve 'cause he keep him a rocket You fuck with my opps, turn you to a hashtag Your bitch gon' fuck for a handbag I'm getting money can't be like your next man On a opp block so hot got a beach tan Ice keep me cool in the summer don't need fan Want to get rich better step up your plan Heavy artillery guns don't jam Don't call my phone I ain't no helping hand Stay in my zone, uh, uh Stay in my zone, whip so foreign, going on tours Had to cut him off don't show remorse If rap was a class then I finished my course Made me some money I wanted some more They say they support me I ain't even notice, I just be high off the potions I'm with your bitch I'ma swim in her ocean (On slime) Niggas chasin' bitches chase that paper nigga Ain't been getting money this whole time like why you fakin' nigga Don't think nothin' sweet, got some shit just for a hating nigga Shit get dangerous nigga, don't try to run, I might just spank a nigga Bitches try to argue I'm too high to pay attention We come through don't do no dissing They put on IG shows, they never in our mentions I'm like gang, we don't like cameras, we find that shit tippin' Niggas try dive in that water but his ass already slippin' Find out niggas made it, we gon' come right back (Let's go, let's go) Reaching on my plate so nigga eat some shots (Let's go, let's go) Nigga don't try to run this shit gon' eat your back (Let's go, let's go) I don't run for bitches, only run for racks Bae let's roll up and get high, your man gone you still ain't slide Niggas try to love a bitch and got sent up ain't use his mind Why your ass out wasting time, brodie fucked up off them lines Niggas cappin' hard for bitches like you ain't never do that crime Ain't do that crime, ain't do that time Couldn't cheat my bitch too fine All these diamonds come from shine, she let me fuck I ain't spend a dime Had to press a nigga, kno' I keep the iron He been dead for months how the time flying E gon' murder shit like he micheal myers Had to bake a nigga like pot pie (GMG nigga)
Writer(s): Jahyem Malcolm Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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