Lyrics

Ayy Ayy It's still Hood Fav' season you stupid niggas (Stupid niggas) Talk Money Gang (Talk Money Gang) Thirty, ayy, ayy, ayy (Hey) I woke up early this mornin' then jumped in my bag, On my way to go run this shit up (On my way to go run the shit up) Bad bitch, she got a whole lot of junk in the trunk But my whip got the trunk in the front (Trunk in the front) It feel like I was just still on the 'Gram servin' my niggas like, "What do you want?" (Juug) Give you a KD, just give me a dub (Juug) They call me KD, been ballin' since dubs (Juug) Niggas gon' talk, so we soon start bussin' (Start bussin') He's no harm, he ain't gon' do nothin' (Gon' do nothin') Firearms, we gon' knock down somethin' (Bow bow) Ring the alarm, new check is comin' (Is comin') Now that I'm on, these hoes keep comin' Stay with my day ones and the whole clique stuntin' (Whole clique stuntin') These niggas hatin' but I am not mad at you (Mad at you) I really don't want to have to embarass you (Embarass you) I'm at the top and I don't need a parachute (Parachute) Better grind, better change up your attitude (Attitude) I get high and I'm changin' the latitude (The latitude) Better hide when my niggas come after you (Hey) And you ain't really winnin' if your team losin' Niggas really ain't really makin' no play (No play) Soon as the money come in get the green, move in now I gotta put that in the safe Steppin' in in Dior, she adore me ('Dore me) Fuck these broke bitches, they can't afford me (Afford me) He ain't ballin', man, he tellin' stories (Stories) From the top of the key, Robert Horry (Flash) The VV's on me makin' her horny (Flash) But she ain't got a bag, that mean I'm dumpin' her fast (Dumpin' her fast) I can't get caught up fuckin' around with no Strags, Why would I ever do that? (Why would I ever do that?) She just a regular eater, You niggas fallin' in love with her (You niggas fallin' in love with her) I got a bad habit, I been sippin' two liters ever since I got my hunnids up (Ever since I got my hunnids up) Whippin' a big body, I don't want no two-seater Bentley Bentayga, no Hummer truck (No Hummer truck) Soon as I cash out, gotta run up the meter Get it, I make it then double up (Hey) I can make a bag do flips, do summersaults Makin' it backflip, call, we up in Saks Fifth Same niggas that be talkin' shit under my captions be the type to get catfished Lame niggas always talkin' but they never active They is not about action Gang nigga, all of my niggas bosses and captains Shooters ho, you niggas captives (Bow) You niggas bitchin' 'bout a couple racks ('Bout a couple racks) My niggas shoot the mission like the trap (Shoot the mission like the trap) She know that all my niggas on the map (All my niggas on the map) None of the checks comin' back to back (None of the checks comin' back to back) Pockets was ragged, had to make a stack Foot on they neck, ain't no goin' back (Goin' back) She give me neck while I'm leanin' back (Leanin' back) I cannot stress, used to stealin' packs (Juug) Can't eat with us 'cause you greedy, nigga (Greedy, nigga) I'm with the gang, we don't need these niggas (Need these niggas) I'm screamin', "R.I.P Feezy", nigga (R.I.P Feezy, nigga) I'm makin' this shit look easy, nigga (Makin' this shit look easy, nigga) R.I.P Block bitch Niggas just hate, they can't stop shit They know that we got the block lit Gang on top bitch, gotta flex up, gotta pop shit (Pop shit) They know we move with the chopsticks (Hey) I woke up early this mornin' then jumped in my bag, On my way to go run this shit up (On my way to go run the shit up) Bad bitch, she got a whole lot of junk in the trunk But my whip got the trunk in the front (Trunk in the front) It feel like I was just still on the 'Gram servin' my niggas like, "What do you want?" (What do you want?) Give you a KD, just give me a dub (Juug) They call me KD, been ballin' since dubs (Juug) Niggas gon' talk, so we soon start bussin' (Start bussin') He's no harm, he ain't gon' do nothin' (He no harm) Firearms, we gon' knock down somethin' (Firearms) Ring the alarm, new check is comin' (Ring the alarm) Now that I'm on, these hoes keep comin' Stay with my day ones and the whole clique stuntin' (Whole clique stuntin') These niggas hatin' but I am not mad at you (Mad at you) I really don't want to have to embarass you (Embarass you)
Writer(s): Jason Critchlow, James Davaughn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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