Lyrics

Yessir I ain't even gotta tell a nigga twice You betta get the chicken it go better with the rice nigga All my niggas drippin it go better with the ice nigga We be gettin' cake and they can never get a slice with us From the jump, all my real niggas been with it Ya'll niggas never wanna shoot, yall niggas Ben Simmons For the money, my niggas be really wig splittin' I kill a beat and I kill a nigga in 10 minutes Let's be serious Everybody love us it don't matter where your city is Niggas hate with a mask on they mysterious I can see the fear, niggas scared no insidious They outta time They the dust in a sand clock If a nigga play, he get left in a sandbox Drive through, I keep it goin' I can't stop Cookin' with the fire, that flame it got the pan hot Yeah I ain't even gota say it again I be hangin' with the shooters like I stay in the gym Talkin' acrobatical when I be makin' a flip And we be shootin' a nigga like he in the way of the rim They be tellin. I hit the bank and talked to the teller It was a dark cloud, bitch I had to get an umbrella I had to stack my bread just to get to the cheddar I couldn't listen to these niggas cuz my vision is better (Whoa) We the wave, get a big ol' ship Everybody sending shots, but that shit gon' brick I got a clip and that shit longer than a limo bitch Set it off Jada Pinkett nigga Willow Smith (Whoa) You need a pillow bitch, they so sleep We could make a movie you could get the front row seats Heavy like a kilo, but I move low key Now they tryna find a nigga like it's hide and go seek Get a bag nigga, never get mad They think I'm broke, I thought those niggas knew me better than that We some sick niggas, where the medicine at? Tryna ball til' I'm sittin' where the veterans at (Ha) Somebody gotta tell me relax I leave his body in the front yard, head in the back Get your head knocked off like it was never attached I'm talkin' 'bout late night, where ya Letterman at? I, told my haters it'll be alright Them niggas mad cuz I'm shinin' like a neon light God damn, niggas slippin' like they be on ice I get the bag and get high when I be on flights (Ha) We be shootin' like a nigga with a green screen Vicious, this not olympics, we the dream team I might leave a nigga flat like a TV When they see me, make 'em wonder, no Stevie (Whoa)
Writer(s): Keion Blanc, Shaquan Heard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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