Tekst Utworu

(Swamiq) (JD On Tha Track) He can make a million out the trap (out the trap) But the streets changed, niggas don't show no love no more So I'm tryna make a million off of rap (off of rap) Tryna make a million My eyes ain't in my rearview, live my life with no regret Nobody safe, the hate come from the ones you never guess Don't play with me, 'cause I got contract killers that I bless Green light, no, y'ain't gotta sneeze to get your blessin' And it seems like when you come from the trenches, nigga Hate to see get it they be all in your mentions tryna Get you to spend 'em and ya Try to keep your distance 'cause you Know you a killer and you Know you'll kill 'em, but I Niggas be bitches, they gon' tell it all My young nigga ready to set it off We took his chains, and credit card He had a strap, I let it off I can't believe these niggas pussy You up a hunnid thousand, bitch, I'm up a hunnid bullets I ain't scared to pull it Trappin' out the, Red Roof Inn (ayy-ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah) Young street nigga (ayy-ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah) Do a hunnid in the Benz (ayy-ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah) Too real for friends (ayy-ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah) Loyalty a must, hey (ayy-ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah) Cop the Rollie, got it bussin' Went and copped a Carti', got it bussin' My eyes ain't in my rearview, live my life with no regret Nobody safe, the hate come from the ones you never guess Don't play with me, 'cause I got contract killers that I bless Green light, no, y'ain't gotta sneeze to get your blessin'
Writer(s): Jeremy Biddle, Teldrick Smith, Joao Duarte, Roman Mironchenko Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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