Withyerr

Yeah woah

Hey Maserati

You making money, yeah that's subjective

I got bands coming in I already checked it

I want a band, but it already went in

I lost my respect for you come and get it

He tryna fight me like we playing tekken

He tryna shoot but his shots ain’t even hitting

No ar bullets but im finna let you in

I got an ar and it got a clip

Heavy weight pockets, got bands on my hip

Run up on the devil he need a med kit

Shoot that boy, shoot that boy in the head

Devil so musty he need take a mint

Spark up that boy like he steel and some flint

We need that money, Yes we need it quick

God told me don’t run just stay

I should’ve learned yeah I should’ve prayed

When I was with you I felt I was getting played

I stack my cash like I’m stacking this hay

Talk down you get put on that tray

Trusting in God, it is the only way

I wish that I was a better person

Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah woah woah woah woah woah woah woah woah woah woah woah woah woah woah woah

Lets go woah

Imma go slide with an mp4

Talk down on me the gangs at your door

Choose your fate yeah we shoot at your dome

Me and the gang yeah we like a cord

Yeah we finna shoot yo squad

Demon keep talking we tell em be quiet

Choppa gon sing no i carly no choir

Cause you is a kitten and I am a tiger

Yeah woah

Yeah I’m on the road

Yeah I gotta go

Hop up on the road

And yes I’m tapped in with glow

You making money, yeah that's subjective

I got bands coming in I already checked it

I want a band, but it already went in

I lost my respect for you come and get it

He tryna fight me like we playing tekken

He tryna shoot but his shots ain’t even hitting

No ar bullets but im finna let you