Intro

Get money

Bizzy

Walk in the spot and get lit

Yo Rugga go see on that shit we be after

Look, when we walk in the spot it get lit

You know **** be tryna flex with 'em chains on and shit, like

Walk in the spot it get lit

I got some shooters, I swear they legit

Girl I'm a rapper but still hold the grip

I only trust Demon, I know he won't miss

You know it get spooky if I'm the assist

Only fuck with the stuy 'cause 69 from the wick

He talking hot I'm like baby don't trip

'Cause this 357 will push back his wig

Fuck you gon' do with that little trey deuce?

I don't like to talk I just pull up and shoot

You know it get nasty when Nina on mute

Exit wound like a trumpet it blew like a flute

I push to start that's a digital coupe

You push a button I'm pushing your roof

I don't focus on beef cause I make money moves

But if I see a opp he get sent to the moon

Swervo, lift 'em

Car ride, drifting (Look)

Choppa, kissed 'em

Body, twitching (Look)

Walk up, kicked him

Can't do, victims (Look)

I gotta see if he living

I'm getting tired of spending

I need the money ****

I need a vacay

2019 I was stuck on the rock

Can't flex with no money on JPay

Bro just came home from up top

I swear they sent him right back on the same day

And if he move funny then he catch the shot

'Cause I ain't got time for the play-play

I got some bitches feenin'

My bitch ain't never leaving

**** ain't never treat her how I did

When she mad we go out to Neiman's

Love her, leaning

Vato, scheming

I swear to God I got love for my ****

I can come show y'all the meaning

I'm never tweakin' on nothing

You better have it 'cause I'm not bluffin'

I swear that these **** buggin'

Annoying like flies tell my shooters go pluck em

I need a Lauren London

I know my time is coming

I swear to God I came straight from the bottom

A young **** got it from nothing

I gotta fuck the game up

She tryna fuck me to get her name up

I gotta get my fame up

So it's blue hundreds so watch how they change up

I need a deal, major

Don't talk if it ain't about paper

And boy if it's beef you know we gon' slide right through with a stick and a laser

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