Lyrics

Shorty got potential, I could be her sponsor I met her backstage at a Coke Boy concert I can tell by her aura, she want Dram' the God, hahaha Catch us an opp, we see him at the cage Like, stop it and sell to be him, what it break? When I get off PT, I don't miss But I focus on music and how to get rich Told the haters to get off my shit Love, well, you all fell in love with my grip Told the haters to get off my skin Level you hope, fell in love with my grip Like, gang, gang, gang, like, gang, gang, gang Catch a head, then we takin' a trip She like it that you crazy, you know that you lit And for one, better stay with a stick 'Cause they know how I am when I? shit And I'm gettin' paid for the walkthrough If I spot 'em, I shot 'em, you know that I saw you Nigga, it's up, better watch who you talk to Like, baby girl, I'm a doctor, you know I ain't for you We tote knockers on knockers on knockers At the block, don't hate, that's his father Our thots, when they block, finna stop it Like, scream "RPT" and our bitches gon' cop it Our thots, when they block, finna stop it Like, scream "RPT" and our bitches gon' cop it (Gangsta) They know you the one that be stylin' Send shots, fell in love with the violence So I see all my opps want attention But I fall, I bust all that shit down and listen We just gon' sign like "Kay, keep drinkin'" Don't stop 'til the whole clan missin' And since I was thirteen, my fingers was itchin' Tried to sort out, but they really bitches And I got highways, I go trippin' If I fuck her double, then she start reminscin' And the opps better do what they said Can not lack, I keep one in the head Like, remember times I ain't have no bed Now I got that bag and I'm flyin' the rag (Gangsta Grillz) You wanna be a shot caller, huh? You wanna hang with the ballers I got some niggas that drill you, lift you, spin you, in that oder Cuban link, my Audemar, I'm on fun, not fallin' off I could turn you to a star, if I put you on my arm Movin' and lootin' a sprinter, she wanna be with a winner You go? for the dinner, she ain't the same when I'm with her You gotta pay just to hit her Get her a bag, it's a Birkin, Maybach for the curtains Hoes talk, they be chirpin', OnlyFans, she be twerkin' Hit me up if it ain't workin', like, gang, gang, gang Like, my chain swing, like, hoppin' out the Range, like Prezi Plain Jane like, bitch wanna stay the night Bad bitch, she hype, could've went and passed her life (Kenzo B) Gang, gang, gang (Look) Big money, big chain, everythin' big when it come to a boss I kept my mind on the money, these bitches They wanna live lavish, but they can't afford what it cost I ain't takin' no loss (I ain't takin' no what?) Turned my L's into lessons and now I'm above (Like) All of them niggas that ain't show me love Now it is what it is and it ain't what it was They say I'm movin' different If they wasn't hatin', they wouldn't be pressed (Facts) And it ain't no debate When a bitch look at me, all that bitch finna see is a threat (What you see?) When I speak, all them bitches gon' listen, they still gon' be stressed But I'd rather a pussy that know that she pussy Instead of a pussy who pumpin' her chest (No cap) But they still gotta show some respect I put my all in this shit I'll be damned if I go change and let 'em trick me out my spot (Grrah) Bought out the switch and I don't gotta worry He blitzin' if shit get sticky with the opps I be big B, I be callin' the shots (Baow) Laughin' the way, while they takin' my orders Came a long way from the block to the top All these niggas my sons and these bitches my daughters, grrah I'm in here
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Taurus Bartlett, Angelo Ferraro, Anthony Prezoe Dweh Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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