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Stuck with a Glock I got a thot Ima get a spot, inner lane, middle finger to the cops I could never drop no names (nah) They say my flow like crack, cocaine Sunday I might ride in range Money started change things (damn) Choppas just like Harly Bitch retarded I had da potty training (yeah) Mom seeing all that money she almost faint I walked in the club, bitch thought it was raining I fucked her didn't even know her name Can't break the code I break the bank Niggas talk like hold your ship might sink (pussy) You know niggas super lame Super charge, switching lanes, still with the gang All that came Marry the money I bought a ring Bans busting out these jeans, That 40 it made them dance, he busting moves like Billie Jean 2 cups filled with lean Push up on the scene (yeah) Niggas quiet when they see me (shhh) Trap it out, renew the lease Got it hot just like glis (hot) Keep that Glock right by me I got rich off killin' beats I'm to real don't do the beef, but if you play with me they sweet Don't play, spray yo block all week Bullets knock down houses, trees Plate is dying, get out the skreet (damn) This money got me blind, Dollar signs all I see the cars I drive don't need a key Got rich as fuck I feel like Pyrex on your head R.I.P pussy Pull up got them hoes looking (pull up) Drive that vet just like I vet Got yall niggas riding inside your wishes Kill him, his family won't just hide We don't bullshit (told you) All these tears got tape on the clip Rock the show, bought glossy scrap? (yeah) Came a long way from that killer crib Can't get no sleep I'm booked He went broke, he ran out of luck (ha) Showing love might get you cut My stash spot I filled it up Check the score we up this trap the trailer full, where we go we up All this ice, hockey puck, bitch I get Milwaukee Bucks
Writer(s): Jamal Braud, Kedrick Isaiah Cannady Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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