Lyrics

It's A.G Out in traffic Switching lanes If I take an l charge it to the game Since I ran it up nothings been the same I want some money give a fuck about the fame Out in traffic Switching lanes If I take an l charge it to the game Since I ran it up nothings been the same I want some money give a fuck about the fame Out in traffic Switching lanes If I take an l charge it to the game Since I ran it up nothings been the same I want some money give a fuck about the fame Since I ran it up nothings been the same Hella gold straight dripping off my chain Tri-tone custom link on my wrist Who could've thought we'd be living like this Blowing gas when I tend to reminisce I had a dollar and a dream as a kid Now I'm tryna get my music on the grid They think I'm crazy man it is what it is On my momma bitch I know I'm gonna blow You won't ever see me fucked up off a hoe Kick her out lil bitch you gotta go In the coupe bitch it's back to getting dough Running laps overnight through the no Getting money all these other niggas broke We them niggas giving all the youngins hope It's A.G til I'm six feet in the floor Out in traffic Switching lanes If I take an l charge it to the game Since I ran it up nothings been the same I want some money give a fuck about the fame Out in traffic Switching lanes If I take an l charge it to the game Since I ran it up nothings been the same I want some money give a fuck about the fame Out in traffic Switching lanes If I take an l charge it to the game Since I ran it up nothings been the same I want some money give a fuck about the fame It's A.G
Writer(s): Abraham Llano Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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