Lyrics

And I'm stuck at the top Pray to god i never drop Niggas telling me to stop Don't like to see me win so they opps I'm finna laugh to the bank I'm finna throw this money in they face Go to the dealer cop a fuckin rafe 250 a check it won't fit in the safe yeah So i got me a bag and you know that it's bussing I got me a k so i shoot like a Russian I'm sick of these niggas i sip robitussin The f and n, extended clip got yo cousin The f and n, imma keep with my shooter They wanna be dominant, i get em neutered I flying this bitch out and she finna toot it Im stacking this bread cause these niggas can't do it yeah I won't fall in love, bitches dubs I'm stacking this bread, get some more They putting my heart, to the floor I don't wanna do this shit, anymore But i do it anyways You can't tell me no shit nigga in first place Got a chop and a stick your brain i erase I would still do this shit on a rainy day I took this bag to the bank so I'm buss-in and buss-in I'm really that nigga won't switch on my brothers I see how they watching shit, brothers and cousins gonna pull up on they block and get them in numbers I won't take his bitch, you can't call me no plumber But if she coming then you turn to a runner You wanna come get her back, nigga you funny she had the whole gang in her mouth like a muncher I, I got a chop I got 100 bands in a month I spent like 50 bands on a watch You see how I'm moving know I'll never stop You see how I'm moving know I'll never drop That nigga was stalkin so i get him popped That nigga a old head, get yo pops You run up on me you gonna get yourself popped yeah I, I got a chop yeah Run up on me let it pop I got that glock on my hip and i up in the cut if you run up on me i won't stop I got your bitch on my dick and she suck on that shit and I'm giving her all of this cock Run up on a nigga up in the cut imma up in the cut and I'm lettin it drop like what Better come get your bitch she can't handle this shit I been riding round the city just to get rich And i find myself struggling this shit ain't lit So I'm writing all these raps to pay for my shit And I'm hittin these lics and I'm gettin them dubs A nigga just playin i do it with love They know they can't try me know i aint no scrub And i ain't scared of no one but lord above I working a job and I'm flippin burgers So i can stay away from go and catching murders Yeah i wanna be successful and do shit with purpose So I'm gonna have to grind to get it, deserve it I need 100 million my account That boy talkin shit then I'm taking his spouse That nigga a pussy rat he a mouse He talk to the cops so he could get a house yeah
Writer(s): Jose Mercado Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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