Lyrics

I don't fuck with leeches Gotta get up and go get something, man (Trapamatics made another one) (Yeah) Yeah Work from the A.M. to P.M. (Yeah) These niggas broke, I can't be them (Yeah) Don't fuck with broke bitches, y'all niggas can keep them These bitches evil, don't hear them or see them I got some old friends that be in they feelings And I got bad bitches, I slid in they DM's (Haha) I got this stick on me, stick on me, stick on me Came in this bitch with a motherfuckin' tree limb Yeah, I'm ready for whatever, whoever want it I know how to treat them I don't like leeches, they leech and delete them They gon' need me before I ever need them (On God) Switch the location, these niggas can't reach me But that don't mean I don't know how to reach them I don't play games but I know how to beat them (Yeah) People act bougie, I know how to read them Niggas gon' do anything for a bankroll (Muney) Bitches be chasin' the end of the rainbow (Go) These bitches know Kenny Muney got big racks (Yeah, yeah) These bitches know I got juice like a mango Bitch look at me and she know that I'm worth somethin' All of this water on me, need a raincoat All of this water on me, need a raincoat My diamonds dancin' but not for the same ho (Haha) No, you can't get nothin' from me but dick bitch What's in yo' pockets? Don't care if you thick, bitch Give me some pussy then give me some distance (Hop out) Gotta get back to my bread and my biscuits Back to that trap, yeah, that's how I got rich, bitch (Trap) Same niggas I grew up with, I got rich with I didn't bring some of 'em with me but fuck 'em Them niggas didn't keep it real, they don't get shit Work from the A.M. to P.M. (Yeah) These niggas broke, I can't be them (Yeah) Don't fuck with broke bitches, y'all niggas can keep them These bitches evil, don't hear them or see them I got some old friends that be in they feelings And I got bad bitches, I slid in they DM's (Haha) I got this stick on me, stick on me, stick on me Came in this bitch with a Motherfuckin' tree limb (Bah, bah, bah, baow) Yeah, I'm ready for whatever, whoever want it I know how to treat them (Yeah) I don't like leeches, they leech and delete them They gon' need me before I ever need them (On God) Switch the location, these niggas can't reach me But that don't mean I don't know how to reach them (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I don't play games but I know how to beat them People act bougie, I know how to read them Young nigga humble as fuck and he lethal Pull out the chopper, the chopper will eat ya (Baow) Fresher than Easter, smokin' on ether Yellow everything, yeah, this shit for my people (Yeah) Still killin' shit, had to give 'em a sequel (Yeah) Used to ride around with my cousin and Rico (Yeah, yeah, yeah) No matter what, had to get me some pizza Nigga, I mean dough Yeah, I mopped the shit on the flo' I done turned grams into 'bows I done turned bows into shows Ain't shit changed, I'm still on the road I'm getting paid, get yo' ass on (Bah) If you player, send your ass home (Bah) I turned dirt into diamonds I turned baby mamas to hoes Haha, hol' up, let me switch my flow Just last week, had to switch my ho (Yeah) Yeah, all these niggas hatin', yeah, I see, I know (Yeah) Yeah, big Glock, nigga, uh, fee-fi-fo-fum Coming with a big ass drum (Big Glock) Yeah, whole lotta money and a whole lotta guns Money talk, niggas just bumpin' they gums (Bitch) Work from the A.M. to P.M. (Yeah, trap) These niggas broke, I can't be them (Yeah) Don't fuck with broke bitches, y'all niggas can keep them These bitches evil, don't hear them or see them (Uh-uh) I got some old friends That be in they feelings (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) And I got bad bitches, I slid in they DM's (Haha) I got this stick on me Stick on me, stick on me (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Came in this bitch with a motherfuckin' tree limb Yeah (Yeah), I'm ready for whatever Whoever want it, I know how to treat them I don't like leeches, they leech and delete them (Bah) They gon' need me before I ever need them (On God) Switch the location, these niggas can't reach me But that don't mean I don't know how to reach them I don't play games but I know how to beat them (Yeah) People act bougie, I know how to read them
Writer(s): Kenneth Greene Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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