Lyrics
Never seen the opps in the bank If it's war we sliding in a tank
Shooter scoring, in & out the paint
Should've warned him, now he gotta pay
Flip the foreign, like a tidal wave **** torched him, put him in the eighth
Money calling, gotta make a play We was balling, we was in L.A
Run it up, we was picking up the pace Diamonds water this shit ain't by the lake
Flower settings I put him in a vase
**** sleeping, we pull up to the wake
Shooters drumming, they gon' need a raise God's plan, now we gotta drake
Where you stand is where you gon' lay For the lottery, shooters don't play
My hitters proud of me like I'm in Prada I poured up a 4 of the lean & the Fanta
I'ma spill your rent, I'm being honest We turn that bando to a palace
How you got no paper ? ****, that's embarrassing **** be broke, can't change they narrative
I was on the road, in and out of Maryland I had to get money, I made it imperative
I hit the jeweler, I needed some clarity My pockets got fat, I ain't burning no calories
If I blow the bag, then I'm blowing your salary
Put a leash on your bitch, I don't know why you mad at it
If that bitch is broke, then she fuck with my allergies I been painting her face like the gallery
And she still let me hit what a tragedy You ain't got money, then switch up your strategy
Who nicer than me? Pour up a pint in the V
Cause when they hear this, they gon' lean The flow is obscene, know we rep 233
And all of our hoes are supreme Fuck her raw if she a queen
I'm off honey, not a bean dirty money get it cleaned
Alexander for my bitch talking Wang, not McQueen , uh
I get up all in her mouth like a cavity
Dodging the smoke cause they don't wanna challenge me
**** is tryna catch up to the gang, But they keep burning up all of they calories
Me and Mega, yeah, we on a vendetta When I go, I'll be remembered a legend
I remember when I used to want Treasure and Alexa, and etc
Flow sick like I'm under the weather
See a opp, make him run out of sweater
I could use a knife, but the gun do it better
Could do the off whites, but the one's looking better
Hoes wanna get lost in the drip Bitch, I'm a big dog like a pit
Don't get me pissed off, let the blick off you get picked off in your whip
Ain't got no co-signs in this bitch We swinging from both sides of the fence
And if that hoe fine, I'm a hit I put a throat line on my dick
I'm on a boat ride in a vip Got on a bow tie with the blick
Tryna play both sides, you get clipped **** gon' post comments, that's it
Bet they won't go sliding for shit Probably gon' go hide in they crib
I heard your bro died cause a bitch and he ain't spend no time with his kids
Who fucking with me? I tell her get on her knees
And stretch her like a limousine Show her something she ain't seen
Make her squirt and make her scream Introduce her to the team
Written by: Devon Anderson
