Lyrics

It was Mother's Day 2023 Niggas hit the trap spot and took everything away from me Momma smiling sister smiling while these niggas up they heat Phone jumping off the meter while I watch these niggas flea I'm just pacing around the crib hand on my head want niggas dead Thinking maybe this a sign but nigga fuck it I need bread Every time I get ahead I get knocked back down to earth I wanna kill nigga right here spin his block defend my turf Shooting guns just like they nerfs Hollow tips they rip his shirt ole it make my dick hard How this nina pistol squirt 60 grand But is it worth me putting a nigga on a shirt A lifetime of paying niggas, niggas putting my name in dirt Grind harder think smarter man my sons need they father Momma call me everyday talking bout I need a daughter I can't see no jail cell most these niggas cop callers Long as I stay my course Imma be the top baller Doing shows for top dollar Gucci shirts I pop collars Chocolate rollies rose gold make ya bitch a cock swoller When I lead these niggas follow treat the Stu like the Apollo He was hard but he turned hollow loyalty is just my motto In the yams with J and rado talking how these niggas broke They telling me that I'm a boss and I can pay to give em smoke Don't cost a thing to give em hope just let em hang you gave em rope I can take em out the game cuz I'm the Gm and the coach I'm in a great mood
Writer(s): James Fedd Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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