Lyrics

Phew (damn, MAX, this one's too hard, haha) phew, phew, huh Grrah, huh, phew, glah (huh), bah, huh Ayy, look (ayy) Put on for my block every time my lil' niggas need me (need me) Diamonds dancin' on my wrist, that shit lookin' like C. Breezy (that shit lookin' like C. Breezy) I can get him killed without liftin' a finger, that shit easy (that shit easy) We don't shut our eyes (glah), we walk niggas down (baow-baow) and do niggas greasy (ayy) Real street nigga, if I don't make it in rap, I know how to hustle (hustle) I used to flip packs (ayy), I used to move the work up in the duffle (duffle) Now I'm livin' out my dreams (for real) and my pinky ring lookin' like a puddle (puddle) Rich nigga make the bitch eat the dick (ayy, ayy, ayy) and tell her, "I don't wanna cuddle", ayy (wha'?) I been locked down so many years, sometimes I don't got no patience (woo) I been trappin' so damn hard, sometimes I need vacations (ayy) My lil' bro wanna slide sometimes (skrrt), but that nigga on probation ('krrt-'krrt) I got shooters on standby (gang), I can put them in rotation (grrt) Nigga, I could roll with killers, I seen friends slime they friends out (ayy) Thought he was your man's, you got them bands, he ain't your man's now (he ain't your man's now) Find out where he hide them racks, then later he got fanned down (that boy got fanned out) Drop a hunnid on him, that's the only way he'll stand down (ayy, come here) Put on for my block every time (ayy) my lil' niggas need me (need me) Diamonds dancin' on my wrist, that shit lookin' like C. Breezy (that shit lookin' like C. Breezy) I can get him killed without liftin' a finger, that shit easy (that shit easy) We don't shut our eyes (glah), we walk niggas down (baow-baow, phew-phew) and do niggas greasy (ayy) Pop out in your hood and spin that whole bitch 'til your block empty (fah, fah) I'm with all the shooters and all the robbers, he got cops with him (bitch) 100 in that chop', we shoot the Glock until the shots empty (yeah) I put forgios on my new Cullinan and my drop Bentley (forgi') Shine with all the guys, if he ain't gang, them niggas dead to me (yeah) I could spend two racks and have lil' cuz'nem come bring his head to me (for real) I pour out my Sprite without the can and throw the red in it (had to) Fell asleep from countin', you know the trap house got a bed in it (woo) Sold a half a brick, that shit was short, I took an onion off I can't keep a plug, I don't front no work 'cause I'm runnin' off I be iffy 'bout who I be servin', niggas love to talk Bro just hit the licks with all blue beams and a ton of salt Put on for my block every time (ayy) my lil' niggas need me (need me) Diamonds dancin' on my wrist, that shit lookin' like C. Breezy (that shit lookin' like C. Breezy) I can get him killed without liftin' a finger, that shit easy (that shit easy) We don't shut our eyes (glah), we walk niggas down (baow-baow) and do niggas greasy (ayy)
Writer(s): Andrew Sedani, Chad Marshall, Chivez Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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