Lirik

Okay I'm up I'm wide awake I see the phony and the fake Niggas mad cause I get paper Cool me down She fuck rappers I ain't had to fly her to me Don't run down on lil kenji I kept big ass blicky's with me Run down on the gang right now all my niggas on go Red dot with a .556 niggas kickin down doors I got big bank roll up Smoking gas pulled up He get blast Blown up He get blast So what? How the fuck you get a new i8 with the butterfly doors? Donny fresh outta LAX with some LA hoes I put that shit on lil' bitch I just hopped in the Phantom I ride with the motherfuckin' goats When I'm rockin' that green, I feel slimey as fuck Danny Phantom the whip, and Dior on my coat I just step on the gas and I float My bitch, she bad, but she doin' the most Oh, you think you a demon? This nigga a joke Aimin' straight for your talon Bitch, shoot through the floor Watch me make that bitch jump, jump, jump When I hop on the stage They gon' jump through the floor Yeah, they stay on my dick, I just go with the flow We can turn the bitch up We keep goin' some more (Jump) (Jump) Bitch, I got on Rick right now What the fuck did you think? 3.5 in the 'wood right now, niggas smokin' on dank That's why I say I'm 'The Don of a Don' 'cause I'm doin' this shit, I do something he can't I just bang on my chest like the Planet of the Apes We could slide through your hood in a big-ass tank Okay I'm up I'm wide awake I see the phony and the fake Niggas mad cause I get paper Cool me down She fuck rappers I ain't had to fly her to me Don't run down on lil kenji I kept big ass blicky's with me Run down on the gang right now all my niggas on go Red dot with a .556 niggas kickin down doors I got big bank roll up Smoking gas pulled up He get blast Blown up He get blast So what? Like, I get so damn high, I think I seen an AC-130 I fucked that bitch one time and blocked her Cause I can't love on birdies I'm in my private section Peace out and her friends all came with me This lil' Taurus pistol on me ain't for violence It's for peace when I'm outside I just seen a opp nigga tryna switch sides I can't fuck you for the free, the bitch outta her mind Money what I need, let's say it one more time Big bag, stripper ass I had a dream like Martin Luther A hundred fuckin' money bags I'll add that shit up, fuck a tutor Money what I need, let's say it one more time Money what I need, let's say it one more time Okay I'm up I'm wide awake I see the phony and the fake Niggas mad cause I get paper Cool me down She fuck rappers I ain't had to fly her to me Don't run down on lil kenji I kept big ass blicky's with me Run down on the gang right now all my niggas on go Red dot with a .556 niggas kickin down doors I got big bank roll up Smoking gas pulled up He get blast Blown up He get blast So what? Okay, I'm up, I'm wide awake I see the phony and the fake Niggas mad 'cause I get paper Cool me down She fuck rappers, I ain't had to fly her to me Don't run down on Lil' Kenji, I keep big ass blickys
Writer(s): Daijon Davis, Garrett Spach, Elahie Wildman Brown, Damian Hoffmanns, Danny Jenrette, Brody Fallon, Michael Romito, Danny Snodgrass Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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