Texty

Said I'm up on TV now I'm the motherfuckin' boss Ain't believe me now To the motherfuckin' top 40 on my wrist Diamonds all over my clock Took my shot and swished Fuck it, it's my time to pop, aye Look, we are not those type of people Losing touch of what's illegal Been at my spot for way too long Let's fly out, call your people Let's go out and blow some strong Been on the road, nobody know my name though, that's okay I'm just soaking in the life I made, yo, getting paid Do the math, ain't throwing shade So much cash that I done made This the path I'm supposed to take, I thank the Lord 'bout every day Blessings are stacking up Bitch I stay acting up She got an ass and she back it up Hit it, ain't wrapping up She say she had enough Pussy so good, I might bag it up I'm up to no good Sliding downtown like a ghost would She gobble the whole wood Swallow that nut like a hoe should Bitch I been gone, but I'm back in again I been touring the country and filming for shows So I'm back in the studio, pad and a pen I been holding so long to these bastardly flows Gotta get em out, gotta get em out my head So I'm waking up, light another blunt up in my bed Get this money up, write another song, I'm getting bread If a pussy wanna talk, I'll fill his body up with lead, aye Go fill his body up with lead, aye Go fill his body up, his body up with lead, aye Go fill his body up, his body up with lead, aye Yeah, go fill his body up, his body up with lead, aye If he say something that's a dumb move Can't hang around us, we don't hang around dumb dudes Been 'bout it, I been wildin' New style, but I been styling My checks been fat, I been ballin' Chase racks, catch commas, don dada, shit starter Big 5.56, that bitch auto Guard my guap like Tony Montana Still money ain't a thing, been a breadwinner Might blow a hunnid on a chain, turn my neck to a wet winter Get silly with the gang, up tec's put lead in him Put a hole through a brain, won't play, not letting them Not worried bout the price I spent Boy I got cash like I work for mint Got Louis on the belt with the diamonds in it Might blow a whole half a mil on one whip And go get wreckless with it Straight off the lot, start to testin' shit Fuck it do the dash, might wreck the bitch And the bitch real bad that I'm messing with She send pics of her ass in the messages Tryna strip me down, undressing shit She wanna get dicked down by the best at this I ain't finna trip now, just bless the bitch I get so high, so high Can't stop me, no I don't die like Deadpool And I'm too fly, too fly Can't knock me down, I got wings, no Red Bull Pussy boys stay knocking my hustle Cock block, but the hoes still poppin' my bubble Real as fuck, no poser Big rocks on the watch like boulders I like to smoke and count my paper up I get top from IG models, make 'em pay for lunch I don't want no boo, just blue's Heart been broke, bitch I can't trust you Top down wit a muh' fuckin' big boom Buss down, Rollie froze like igloo I just be coolin', laid out See how the situation play out Whole gang in coupes on the way now Back then, we was all waiting on a payout Stay clique'd like a group assignment And the hoes all trip when the VVS shining She gon suck my dick just to be around me And it's all about the cheddar, homie Keep on grinding Gotta keep on grinding
Writer(s): Gavin Simon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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