Lyrics

Great John on the beat by the way Look, huh Glock on Biggie and the clip two pack, huh, get it? Tryna tunnel my vision like Tubman (gang, gang, gang), yeah Picasso couldn't even picture this, huh Now my pockets never end, an erection Catch me in a big body whip, huh And I'm ridin' 'round with the roof off Got this baddy toppin' shit, huh And my hood afford it like a futon Still no comfort in this bitch, huh Rappin' just a niche, look Know they watchin' shit, huh So my hoodie on like I'm Trayvon But these Skittles knock the taste out of shit Rainin' from these bows, watch these colors drip, huh (watch these colors drip) You ain't get a day, but you'll get it now, nigga (You ain't get it now, you ain't get it now, look) I just keep switchin' the flow up Look, you wasn't there for the rain You wasn't there through the storm All this rage'll make a nigga back out Don't get blicked, baow, nigga Ain't no vet' when I put your dawg down He get blicked, baow nigga Ain't no buck now Lookin' like I hit a lick, still be on the strip I got money, and I'll still take the risk Tell the shooters go and put him on a list 'Fore I ever seen Runtz takin' packs to the mid' I'm thinkin', I steal it and make a flip (hey) Bro saw that nigga through the tint And he got hit up in his whip (boom, boom) I was watchin', they still up on our dick All that shootin' they said that they doin' They still ain't make a hit (no) Diamonds shinin', that bitch could have made a wish Bag heavy, doin' sit-up with the checks, ayy (sit-up with the checks) We ain't get it then, but we get it now, nigga (we get it now, nigga) Amiri jeans, got like fifty thou' in them (hey) Too blessed on my shirt, Dior (shirt Dior) Got it out of the dirt for sure (dirt for sure) Lot of shooters I was searchin' for (searchin' for) They release it with perfect form Pockets on Biggie, I ride through the hood with like two straps Ridin' the coupe with the roof back We hit his top and put his roof back Old bitch ass nigga (bitch ass nigga) Snitch ass nigga (old snitch ass nigga) Brick ass nigga (old brick ass nigga) Used to be gang and flipped, ass nigga Hate these soft ass niggas Quit the pillow-talk ass niggas (pillow-talk ass niggas) Run and get hoed ass nigga Money on his head, about that, nigga (boom, boom) I'm from the projects, nigga (projects nigga) Thought there was a gunshot victim That's how I know them gunshots vicious So I'm shootin' first and I'm not missin' I get in contact with it (contact) So much smoke, catch contact, nigga Make his momma get in contact with me For a fact, kick him, Mortal Kombat, nigga Boy, I got the drop and you stay I'm gettin' impatient, might get him today Should I take the Glock or the K? They be deep at his house, so I'm takin' the K I pulled up with nothin' to say He in danger, could tell by my face Started stutterin', pleadin' his case Problem solved, with no other way Huh, oh, ain't no bold now, ain't it? Ridin' 'round town with a big ol' grip in my lap These bullets gon' have shit bakin' Movin' like a pig, this shit gon' go "brrt, brrt" Shut the fuck up, you bacon Don't got time for a bitch, I just need cat Married to the money, I'm takin' Married to the money, I'm takin' Tired of the dubs, I love blue faces You seein' the moves, I'm almost erasin' You know Fross a doctor, 'cause she is my patient Money is colorful, I ain't no racist Huh, yeah, I ain't no racist My money is colorful, I ain't no racist Huh, yeah, I ain't no racist We ridin' 'round in the big body Huh, Sheff movin' big wocky All gas, no brakes, you can't stop us Huh, move funny, the .8 got him She gave me brain, a real scholar She givin' me good knowledge We paved that way, we way starters Huh, all drippy like water Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water...
Writer(s): Jeremy Soto, Karel Jorge, Johnathan Scott, Jay Critch, Eli Fross, King Von, Michael Kyle Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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