Pre (feat. SK La' Flare)

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

Uh-huh, uh-huh, it's money, it's money

All day

Baby girl, what you wanna do?

Hop in this 'cedes, girl

She like where we going to

A new life, a new world

Pop that molly, we hard body

Glock's hot as kemosabe

He said that he wanted beef

So we fed him hollows and got it poppin'

Fear and ego is the enemy

You ain't gotta pretend with me

I need the wool, I'ma skin the sheep

And take the bull, skin it to the meat

You full of shit, we in too deep

I do this, she knew the deed

Like two feet, fled two times

She wanna kick it like Bruce Lee

Brought you in, I'll take you out

Ball like Tim then I weighed it out

It's no work, we slang through droughts

The life of me, you just hanging out

Don't get comfortable and lay on the couch

I don't wanna see your ass laying down

Pop that pussy, twerk some

'Cause most of these bitches work for nothing

Pay your dues while you paid in full

I can't wait to win, you wait to lose

The mind of a failure, hate rules

When you settle for what you hate to do

I go the extra mile, I'm with the extras

Extended clips shoot through your necklace

Leave your breathless, that TEC is restless

'Cause all my children need the best, bitch

I get that Rothchild money, the top is sunny

I seen the light and you locked it from me

But I found my way to the top, I'm coming

Go that smack-dab bass like a rockstar drummer

I'm a problem to ****

Pop artillery, the carbon is wit' 'em

Starving to hit 'em

Spar with a ****

Just watch, I'ma kill 'em all in a minute

It's the ticket-dodgin' aristocrat

New bitch, whip with the system slaps

Mr. slide in and skimp the sack

**** hit the function with a pick and ax

My ****, miss me with the bullshit

Right here, right in, got a pesto blunt

Why that shit got a young **** velcro stuck?

Why your bitch go down when the sets go up?

Hard as armed services, y'all might a heard of 'em

Escobarbarian, best call the lawyers up

Bruh the broad Aryan, know the squad loiterers

Not with the grain in these bitch ****' wishes

Dealt with addiction, fell for the bitch with the pale butter skin

Who just packed up and dipped in the land of the rentless

Stand with my chips in a stack in a grin

Fuck 'em