Lyrics
Know the funny bitches love me
I got so much money
Why they bitches love me? so much money
I can't trust nobody
So I gotta keep a glocky on me
Even if they fuck me
Still won't get a dollar from me
The way I get the cheese
I swear they thought that was the macaroni
If I need a hit, I call a blitz
He make the tackle for me
Mama say look in the mirror
All I see is jus my other homie
We all the same, I cannot fear him,
But he sus And that's why he try to blitz
He missed us
Put that shit up, sticks up
Get your bitch fucked
Got a fuckin' ripster, I just pissed my wrist up
I said hell to hit, I mean hail to Mrs. Bucks
No don't get it fucked up
I been kickin' that cup
I been smokin' more drugs
I been fuckin' model sluts
It's a one way outta here
Turn my room into area 51 up over here
Smokin' whoever
I'm smokin' on anyone up over here
Not even tryin',
An I still got one over, up over here
Why they bitches love me? so much money
I can't trust nobody
So I gotta keep a glocky on me
Even if they fuck me
Still won't get a dollar from me
The way I get the cheese
I swear they thought that was the macaroni
If I need a hit, I call a blitz
He make the tackle for me
Mama say look in the mirror
All I see is jus my other homie
We all the same, I cannot fear him,
But he sus And that's why he try to blitz
He missed us
Put that shit up, sticks up
Get your bitch fucked
Writer(s): Alan Peck
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