Lyrics

They throwin' rocks behind their hands I'm not surprised I don't stand in traps I no longer supervise I thank God every night before I close my eyes Beefin' with them niggas shot at 'em like 3 times If I'm wrong then I don't wanna be right Got my phone in the back of my Levi's And I still don't try no beef 'cause at the end she lied I got these 100s in the safe stacked up neat high Fuckin' hoes gettin' old, gettin' money ain't new Shawty thinkin' I'ma business man 'cause she seen homie in a suit Top drop at anytime need a GPS for the roof And I don't really like no nigga who talk a lot rather show me what you gon' do Parallel in the parking lot I'm goin' smoked out in the coupe Got these 100 dollar bills in rubber bands 'cause I don't like to carry money loose Got a couple bands on these niggas' head if I say the word they gon' shoot And I ain't beefin' with no nigga 'bout no bitch to me that ain't cool It's too much money to be made out here yeah Gotta keep my gun it ain't safe out here Been stayin' down can't show my face 'round here And I ain't trippin' cut the lights out Got this cross on my chest and you know it's iced out Heart cold ice box I close lights out, Chicago ice out Talk hard pipe down Shootin' shit head target Dead friend red carpet I can't hear you nigga money in the way say it louder Talk loud nah nigga Ronny in the wall with a tracker on the phone just in case you wanna call a nigga I'm paranoid, deep thought I see dead people, I see you before you comin' I'm lookin' through the peephole The G code yeah you know I'm stickin' to it Turn the volume up on yo' headphones I wanna listen to it Keep the top of yo' head and Batman and let the pistol do it Can't close my eyes gotta face my fear just grip and do it Stick and move you know I'm stickin' to what we planned He sick of losin' I heard he spent all of his advance Feel like a movie I walked in feelin' just like the man On every move I hit up make sure I had my mans Right hand true if I swear I will never take the stand I swear I'd shoot you look at the blisters on my hand Shine bright headlight I gotta make the transaction if you got the bread right This cross make me feel alive Heart cold ice box I close lights out, Chicago ice out Talk hard pipe down Shootin' shit head target Dead friend red carpet I can't hear you nigga money in the way say it louder Talk loud nah nigga Ronny in the wall with a tracker on the phone just in case you wanna call a nigga I'm paranoid, deep thought I see dead people, I see you before you comin' I'm lookin' through the peephole Heart cold ice box I close lights out Talk hard pipe down I can't hear you nigga money in the way say it louder Ronny in the wall with a tracker on the phone just in case you wanna call a nigga I see dead people, I see dead people
Writer(s): Dequantes Devontay Lamar, Izell Staton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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