Lemonade

Shoutout to the Wave God You know a nigga wanna get on this shit right Max B, Biggaveli Oww Who better? Turnin' lemons to lemonade We gon' just do it like this You know what I mean? DJ Drama Shit Big bank take lil' bank I take the nigga bitch, soon as a nigga blink But he don't even gotta turn his head, it's dead We get the bread, we wanted by the feds EMG like action Wanted for conspiracy, murder and not taxes Melly in the caption, celly in the maxes Tell me what it's called, yeah Rest in peace to my brother grandpa, another boy Pop Smoke, why he have to go? Bitches on Instagram, they miss a lot of dope Gotta be aware of who you let in the crib Niggas will get ya for your skrilla, anybody killer Got these niggas that be buckin', anybody feel us See, it's Skete with the nigga, cuff and anybody hit her See, I made her put on her clothes, anybody get her Yeah, I get the litter and they get the picture One little day, keep playin' with my stacks Tellin' all my niggas in the hood, I'm comin' back Tellin' all my niggas in the hood just to relax, I got this I put the hood on my back, yeah I let her shift on the gears while I drive I tell her to hit it, baby, I'm just tryna get by Ain't nowhere to go but up (Yeah) Everywhere we go, they know it's us Say the name And you wonder where the style come from Free the God (Gangsta Grillz)