Lyrics

(I-I'm with the cash like Diego) (B-B-Bankroll got it) If it ain't 'bout GG, bitch, say "I don't know" When it come to that DC shit, lil' bitch I'm the GOAT Had to hit Lil' Joe, yeah, just like a foe All I know is them hitters pulled up, it was murder she wrote I'm in the trenches with all of the killers, and I'm in the trap with the dealers I'm in the jungle with all of the snakes, the lions, the bears, gorillas I got a glimpse of them millions, I had to go get it, my fingers be itchin' I cannot fuck with these niggas because they be bitchin', that shit is ridiculous Bitch, we walk up in a party Put your hands up, it's a robbery I got some niggas that strip you, the very next day, they be rockin' your Cartis My new bitch look like a Barbie I gave her dick, then she brought me some molly My niggas, they ridin' regardless Fuck your lil' gang, bitch, I got me a army Fuck that lil' bitch, I done got me some racks Say that's his bitch but I know she a thot Odell Beckham, I'm catchin' these packs He like OT, everything you not You play with glizzy, you gettin' shot I got some killers, they hit your block Come here, lil' mami, give me some top He ain't got money, I got a lot All outside, you know a nigga hood I'm fuckin' with 'em, they show me love Gun on my hip, bitch got the slugs My cousin ain't Crip but I call him cuz, hey Bitch, I'm really, really rich I ain't gon' never stop poppin' my shit Check out my wrist, check out my drip These niggas know they been on my dick, ay If it ain't 'bout GG, bitch, say, "I don't know" When it come to that DC shit, lil' bitch I'm the GOAT Had to hit Lil' Joe, yeah, just like a foe All I know is them hitters pulled up, it was murder she wrote I'm in the trenches with all of the killers, and I'm in the trap with the dealers I'm in the jungle with all of the snakes, the lions, the bears, gorillas I got a glimpse of them millions, I had to go get it, my fingers be itchin' I cannot fuck with these niggas because they be bitchin', that shit is ridiculous Yeah, left out the trap, flew straight to Atlanta, I had to go handle some business, uh He let her gas 'em, I got 'em peeled Get right back to servin' the city, uh Jefe know Wopo been blowin' the Glock Still in the mix but I'm playin' my part Think 'cause he shot a nigga, he got hot I'm still hoppin' out on niggas block Keep on comin', I'ma break the bank They never did shit a nigga can't Niggas be outta pocket, they be lame High as shit and flyer than a plane Bust Rollies, niggas do the same Spin his corner, get out, let it bang I'm a killer, I'ma pin his name I'ma come put it on 'em in the rain Somehow I killed the bitch 'cause she on dick I threw the KRISS Vec up in that tent You don't know me, I murder niggas' men He with a whip and got hit in his chin Uh, bitch Uh, uh Shootin' that Glock, better don't get jumped Beam on that FN, can't miss no one Roll me a wood, geekin' to smoke one If it ain't 'bout GG, bitch, say, "I don't know" When it come to that DC shit, lil' bitch I'm the GOAT Had to hit Lil' Joe, yeah, just like a foe All I know is them hitters pulled up, it was murder she wrote I'm in the trenches with all of the killers, and I'm in the trap with the dealers I'm in the jungle with all of the snakes, the lions, the bears, gorillas I got a glimpse of them millions, I had to go get it, my fingers be itchin' I cannot fuck with these niggas because they be bitchin', that shit is ridiculous
Writer(s): Diego Javier Avendano, Marquis Amonte King, Joel Banks, Noah Anthony Settles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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