Lyrics

Got it on Smash Fuck all that talkin', I'm back with that 7.62 and it's spittin' I got a bad lil' bitch fuckin' on anybody in the room, that'll get her Givenchy Holdin' the vibe at the condo, I don't need nobody No entry from niggas that envy She set a threesome up, I fucked her friend She got jelly, now she on Twitter actin' petty Sent my other bitch a whip and got wetty My diamonds bustin' down the wrist in baguettie I hit his bitch and he couldn't accept it Bitch, I got all type of sticks, I got invested Whole lotta gateway All my niggas in jail, I got you through the JPay Rockefeller guap, Sky-Dweller watch But we all started at the Day-Datе Hit the dealer, comе back with another cop Hit the jeweler, come back with another watch Hit that bi' from the back and I let her watch El Dorado, the cap with the yellow top I done shopped 'til I dropped in Givenchy Been on top since I dropped in the Bentley When that day come around and I buss up the case Don't you niggas come back actin' friendly After this, I don't fuck with you rappin' niggas Bitch, I'm good in the trap with the savages Plus, I'm good in the board with the business niggas Get the fuck out my face, mind your business Different angles, I'ma watch it, colorblind Bagged your bitch and I fucked her some other time Make a hit, then I go make another song I got nothin' to lose on you fuck niggas I been in this shit here for like ten years I got nothin' to prove, all you fuck niggas No award in the world could define me, nigga I got bad bitches think it's timey, nigga Cell me, let me know if it's cool to fuck You could pull up on uninvited, ha And then I smoke the pussy like a spliff I light it, I'ma throw a party, every bitch invited I'ma give money fo' sho', yeah No, I cannot do no regular I'm in running for trapper, trapper of the year I'm juggin' off four different cellulars Tell my teachers, "Fuck you, you can't tell me nothin'" Shut the fuck up while I pull a Bentley up I've been shinin' so bright, now they envy us Wonder how them niggas feel that set me up I done witnessed my nigga Kellz go to jail and come back and hop in a Urus Different bitches gettin' bagged like hilarious Take your bitch right back from you, I'm courteous If a chick, she on me, she ain't serious She must not give a fuck 'bout her paper She must not give a fuck 'bout her majors Even if her other nigga major, that nigga ain't gettin' More paper than me I got bad little bitches, they waitin' on me I'm a young nigga, gettin' this paper for free Bitch, I'm young and single, don't be waitin' on me Tuh, tuh Dead presidential paper on me How you lookin' up to me but hatin' on me? I'm a young nigga, gotta get this shit, get this shit Tuh, tuh Got bad little bitches, they waitin' on me I'm a young nigga, gettin' this paper for free Bitch, I'm young and single, don't be waitin' on me Tuh, tuh Dead presidential paper on me How you lookin' up to me but hatin' on me? I'm a young nigga, gotta get this shit, get this shit Tuh, tuh (yeah, tell them niggas) Yeah, I make 'em renew they membership Niggas is new to this spinnin' shit We was up one day, we gambled with it Tripled the gravity, he had to remember it He caught a face shot and lived with it But when he talk, now he spittin' shit Practice and preachin', no hypocrite, bond was a million I'm spinnin' and can't let 'em sit, and I'm with 'em, whatever the endin' is I'm on an island with killers, on Gilligan I ain't no regular citizen, trippin', I'll fuck around and up the innocent Talkin' tough, you know he been a bitch, secure the premises Choppa and swisher when I enter in I'm tryna finish him, whoever he post a picture with Niggas be bitches, they sensitive, rappin' but not really livin' it I'm in a rental, I tint it, it's spinnin' We miss 'em and spin again, that's how we settle our differences I still be bendin', I'm really rich Bitch nigga, you a gentleman, in the streets, I'm goated Niggas be hoes and I know it Hittin' his phone, I know niggas ain't focused All of my bitches love breakin' in local That's why they hatin' on me Can't say they gettin' more paper than Gee Not more paper than me I got bad little bitches, they waitin' on me I'm a young nigga, gettin' this paper for free Bitch, I'm young and single, don't be waitin' on me Tuh, tuh Dead presidential paper on me How you lookin' up to me but hatin' on me? I'm a young nigga, gotta get this shit, get this shit Tuh, tuh Got bad little bitches, they waitin' on me I'm a young nigga, gettin' this paper for free Bitch, I'm young and single, don't be waitin' on me Tuh, tuh Dead presidential paper on me How you lookin' up to me but hatin' on me? I'm a young nigga, gotta get this shit, get this shit Tuh, tuh I'm on my time and I do what I wanna do In the hood, sellin' birds with a bird in the air (brrd) Let me know if you want you a brick or two Ride around with a stick or two One of 'em dirty, it really got busy, it killed a few Take a bullet so big, if I shoot it, I'm movin' 'cause I know it'll really kill a crew Money set like Gorilla Glue It came right out of the safe and them ten thousand bands Swipin' cards and I'm trappin', I just signed a deal, I'ma go out and throw my advance All it took was a chance and now I got paper on me, and I get it the quickest (frrr, frrr) Niggas know not to play with me, I'm Magic Johnson, I'm shootin', they know I'm the sickest Call her bluff like a cricket She wanna come over, bend while I stick it I take my time on that cat while I lick it I take my time on the beat when I pick it I caught a opp and I shot him like Ricky I like my filet with lettuce and mayo I'm breakin' up rap like Saweetie and Quavo Pull up on oppers like I'm playin' Halo I nutted in shawty 'cause she looked like JLo Not more paper than me I got bad little bitches, they waitin' on me I'm a young nigga, gettin' this paper for free Bitch, I'm young and single, don't be waitin' on me Tuh, tuh Dead presidential paper on me How you lookin' up to me but hatin' on me? I'm a young nigga, gotta get this shit, get this shit Tuh, tuh Got bad little bitches, they waitin' on me I'm a young nigga, gettin' this paper for free Bitch, I'm young and single, don't be waitin' on me Tuh, tuh Dead presidential paper on me How you lookin' up to me but hatin' on me? I'm a young nigga, gotta get this shit, get this shit Tuh, tuh
Writer(s): Daystar Peterson, Joseph Nguyen, George A Iii Stone Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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