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Apartments, now I got six figures When it's war we dig up old sticks Cook this up It's hard to see you through these Cartier I see through the bullshit and you hardly there Got a problem, got a lawyer, make it go away I don't buy pretty bitches just to throw away Last month spent six figures (ooh) Mad if you richer then you rich wicked I only get down with my people Foot is in the door, tired of starin' through the peephole You can be my people, long as you not the people We coming for the world, this shit is Doctor Evil I don't drink liquor, I don't need a chaser She use my Chase Card, I don't chase her Hundred dollar gram in the ashtray Lord forgive me, I forgot about the bad days Minds are made for a party room Born with a plastic spoon Apartments, now I got six figures I remember I ain't had shit, nigga When it's war we dig up old sticks And it's raining, we ain't worried 'bout no evidence I don't drink liquor, I'm a codeine chaser Just be down with your nigga 'cause that's how I was raised up Kill a opp and kill him twice, I'm right back digging his grave up The coupe is red like Spiderman but I still won't save her, yeah I don't ever got to worry 'bout kickin' bitches out 'Cause, ho, I hold the key, she never get to see my house (yeah) Growin' up, I ain't tell on him, they took a different route Come by yourself, don't bring your mutts, I don't really know your dawgs On credit peoples hand out never see my paw I run around with pocket rockets like I'm Chris Paul I'm tryna fuck, she tryna rest but I can't hit raw Christian Dior, I like it fitted, I don't do big and tall (yeah) I buy out a city break up Pandora meetings (Pandora meetings) Two tennis bracelets just like Venus and Serena, yeah In Palm Angels while he pull up in that demon (pull up in that) I pray like kid 'til down the way they free me (yeah) I put four karats in my ear like I'm vegan (like I'm vegan) Money counter with the room just like I'm leaning They feel your blood on the low like anemic Million-dollar nigga, she gotta pay me for my semen Apartments, now I got six figures I remember I ain't had shit, nigga When it's war we dig up old sticks And it's raining, we ain't worried 'bout no evidence I don't drink liquor, I'm a codeine chaser Just be down with your nigga 'cause that's how I was raised up Kill a opp and kill him twice, I'm right back digging his grave up The coupe is red like Spiderman but I still won't save her, yeah Pull up panoramic, don't panic, yeah I was hustlin' 'fore I signed to Atlantic records My jewelry on, do you love me? My jewelry on, don't judge me, yeah Trappin' ain't dead, nah, man, that shit just need surgery, ay We servin' Fentanyl, then act like we in a hurry Every day is a cash day Want smoke like a ashtray My lawyer paid, you can ask Chase Stiff-arm the hard on ace chase Can't forget 'bout the bad days I'm the hood general, you niggas round's pitiful 1600 block, all my niggas criminals, don't do what we'll do Apartments, now I got six figures I remember I ain't had shit, nigga When it's war we dig up old sticks And it's raining, we ain't worried 'bout no evidence I don't drink liquor, I'm a codeine chaser Just be down with your nigga 'cause that's how I was raised up Kill a opp and kill him twice, I'm right back digging his grave up The coupe is red like Spiderman but I still won't save her, yeah
Writer(s): Lukas Payne, Lacorey Curry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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