Lyrics

It's a movie in this bitch, I got that Uzi in this bitch You know I'm truly with the shits, nigga Ayy, long black AR, I call it big nigga (big boy) Take a rapper his CD back, I can't get jiggy (what a sucker) They gon' think I'm beatin' you up, look, baby, stop screamin' (stop screamin') I just blew two-hundred K, I could've dropped Demon Dropped my first song years ago, it's still ain't stop streamin' (first day out) Tell them niggas stop talkin' 'fore they stop breathin' You see everybody starin' when I pass (why?), that's 'cause I'm in the Lamb' Two K for some pants, ayy, chopper with a stand Do you still got the money, fuck what you done had (boy) Livin' in the mansion, niggas livin' in the past Turned the penthouse in Hollywood to a trap-spot Big MAC, no laptops, white diamonds, black Glocks Dick suckin' ass, nigga, fuck is you a mascot? Ten Louis slippers like I been playin' in the sandbox Rest in peace my babies, damn, I wish my boys could see me now Big Grizzley chain on my neck, pointers beatin' out You ain't tryna deepthroat, what you speakin' for, you tweakin', thot I can't take no shower with my bitch, the water be too hot I spy with my little eye (what?) Thirty racks on me as we speakin', I'm so fly (facts) Private jet whenever the fuck I want, mom, I can fly But them prices way too high, so I'm on Delta with the guys (gang) Only thing I hate about them airports is the lines And them dirty ass dogs fuckin' up my dripper-thon (them mutts) They gon' give me TSA 'cause I done did some time Why y'all treatin' me like Saddam, fuck, y'all think I got a bomb? (I ain't got no bomb) Did a European tour, but I ain't see a stage (no) Bro said I gotta start puttin' that shit on my page (why?) I say you gotta take it in, nigga, put your phone down Just don't put that chrome down, they want our brains blown out And you know that that shit ain't gon' happen (no) Can't fall off, too balanced (no) My one AP, two Pateks You can't hold me, I'm too savage Got a girlfriend at twelve, granny told me I'm too menace Ayy, snuck her in the basement, fucked that lil' bitch on the pallet Run that dope, nigga (dope, nigga), on these broke niggas (broke niggas) On these joke niggas (on these joke niggas), on these ho niggas (on these ho niggas) You a freak bitch (you a freak bitch), you a weak bitch (you a weak bitch) You a cheap bitch (you a cheap bitch), ain't shit sweet, bitch? (ain't shit sweet, bitch?) I spy with my little eye (what?) Thirty racks on me as we speakin', I'm so fly (facts) Private jet whenever the fuck I want, mom, I can fly But them prices way too high, so I'm on Delta with the guys (gang, gang, gang, gang) Don't like hoes, I like bitches, get these hoes out (get the fuck out) Don't like hoes, I like bitches, put these hoes out (bye) I'm in the hot tub (for what?), get some could mouth Kings Garden THC, shit got me zoned out Woah, got me zoned out Kings Garden THC, shit got me zoned out Right here, got me zoned out Let me get it together Run that dope, nigga (dope, nigga), on these broke niggas (broke niggas) On these joke niggas (on these joke niggas), on these ho niggas (on these hoe niggas) You a freak bitch (you a freak bitch), you a weak bitch (you a weak bitch) You a cheap bitch (you a cheap bitch), ain't shit sweet, bitch? (ain't shit sweet, bitch?) I spy with my little eye (what?) Thirty racks on me as we speakin', I'm so fly (thirty) Private jet whenever the fuck I want, mom, I can fly But them prices way too high, so I'm on Delta with the guys (gang) And some hoes too (and some hoes), and some poles too (and some pole) We got that low too (got that low), better do what I told you (bitch) Tell the truth everytime I get on Pro Tools (every time), nigga Gang
Writer(s): Kyle Harvey, Miles Parks Mccollum, Justin Howze, Malik Keith, Joshua Portillo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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