Tekst Utworu

(Go, go, go) (Go, go-oh) (Bitch, haha) (Woah, woah, oh, oh) Pull up stuntin' (Stuntin') Pull up showin' my whip off and I'm headhuntin' (Headhuntin') Tryna get bro knocked off Know I carry them sticks like I play Topgolf Tryna get rich as fuck, and take the S class top off (Top off) All of my niggas around me was on pop off (We was on pop off) Bet we won't be the first ones to get knocked off (Get knocked off) That big G27 knock his socks off (Big G27 knock his top off) I been thinkin' 'bout cuttin' my locs off (I been thinkin' 'bout cuttin' my locs off, woah, ha) You so special, you beautiful Waiting for you to drop the lo' I know you can drop it low, we in that presidential I know you so comfortable, backseat ridin' in a S560 I know you wanna take yo' clothes off Rolling up woods, yeah, back to back My nigga in the Hellcat back to back We ain't ridin' no scat packs I wouldn't try to catch a handy, yeah We in that fuckin' demon, baby You know that she a demon, baby She know that she drive me crazy These fuckin' drugs, they got me lazy (Bitch, haha) So much money muhfuckin' in this muhfuckin' life So muhfuckin' amazing, I can't even get my words out I know you heard that last bar, I'm goin' crazy I'm a pimp, he a shrimp, pockets slim, I'm him Bird business, fuck him, diamonds hit, on dim Got rich, on dem, my fade, a temp, I'm cold, no temp' My bitch, a ten, I ain't givin', no tips, I'm smashin', off rip I'm stackin', my chips, pussy niggas, get clipped These roxies, just shipped, in the clup, I'm VIP Pussy nigga, don't diss, don't beef, just kill, yeah She showed, her skills Daroo, we pour him and they goat, we pour him, haha (Bitch, haha) (Yeah, yeah, yeah) (Ax go crazy, man) Double R, Bird Business Fuck the witness, uh Come get me I can't have my pole, I'm on house arrest Fuck all these niggas, know I'm the best Clear the business, get it off ya' chest I'm just chillin' on bedrest Hit at me, then I'ma hit back Spin on us and we gon' spin back Give a fuck what you sayin' on that damn track Pussy bitch, come get yo' get back Still on drugs, fuck the love, can't make this up, I'm up Spilled my drank in the club Niggas mug so we beat him up If I was tryna fuck wit' yo' ho, she wouldn't be wit' you thug Real diamonds, real clarity, gotta spend at least a dub I miss my brothers, judge don't want us around each other Show up to court in my Louis Vuitton I swear these people just hate on us Bird Business, no debate wit' us Too rich, you can't relate to us I'm on Roxy, not a school bus Can't get high around you, I show too much love I shed too many tears this year, lost my granny last year Christmas will never be the same without you bein' down here Know some of these pussy niggas won't show they fuckin' face 'round here And fuck that shit that he sayin', he know that I'ma get the business clear These diamonds shinin' like a chandelier I get high after I pay my bills I can't have my pole, I'm on house arrest Fuck all these niggas, know I'm the best Clear the business, get it off ya' chest I'm just chillin' on bedrest Hit at me, then I'ma hit back Spin on us and we gon' spin back Give a fuck what you sayin' on that damn track Pussy bitch, come get yo' get back (Get yo get back, hah)
Writer(s): Deante Johnson, Writerr Unknown, Dyhahji Swales, Alijah Taylor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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