Lirik

(Elvis) (Draco) (Yozora) Get money (Get money) Bizzy (Grrah) Look I cannot beef wit' niggas I don't know (At all) Forever Drizzy, you know how it go (Facts) How you a shooter? You don't go a pole (Grrah) You know how many niggas I done zoe? (Grrah, grrah) You know how many niggas I see fall? Guess how many bullets this shit hold Always wit' Nina, me and my bitch ghost (I'm ghost) How you a gangsta? When I see you froze (Like), wait Uh, okay, okay, okay He say he gon' spin through my block, I'm like, "Ok, ok, ok" I ain't trippin', I do drugs, I be posted wit' my gang If that shit start gettin' hot, just know I'm goin' MIA, like (Facts) Who that? Blam him, two straps, cannons Move tact', cameras, don't lack and I swear niggas not wit' the shits Bando took two, he got 'nough wit' the shits (Facts) Walk up, we do not flock out the whip 2022, we ain't boxin' and shit, look Head tap cause damage We outside, don't panic Fake thugs can't stand it I keep a Glock, I am not into dancin' Bitch, I'm a gunner, I am not for the antics Don't ask me questions, I don't got the answers Like, ha-ha, "Ok, ok, ok" Ok, ok, ok, he say he gon' spin through my– I'm like, "Ok, ok, ok" Still in the hood, I got motions (Motions) I need a TD and 'OA They askin' me not to zoe them I'm like, "Ok, ok, ok" Back on the block, I'm chillin' (Chillin') How you drill rap? You ain't drillin' (Drillin'), uh Walk in the spot like??? 'Cause they be just sayin', "Ooh, kill him" You know I'm keepin' it P (P) She wanna fuck with a G (G), uh She said that nigga over there is sauced So she started fuckin' wit' me, uh, like Yeah, ok, ok, ok She want some money for her nails and shit Ok, ok, ok She askin' me for Chanel and shit Ok, ok, ok She gettin' wet off how I smell and shit Ok, ok, ok, like Ok, ok, ok, like Ok, ok, ok, uh Grrah Rrah-rrah, rrah-rrah Rrah-rrah, rrah-rrah Rrah-rrah, rrah-rrah
Writer(s): Majesty Moses, Daniel Obregon, George Bakopoulos, Jeremy Arbesfeld Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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