歌词

Yeah, yeah It's like 4:30 in the morning Nigga just got back from St. Eves and shit Fucking with this nigga Chaz, yeah Why don't you tell me what's good? Yeah, I got shit to lose I got shit to fuse, got shit to lose, yeah Tell me something new Bitches still on moves Niggas still is snakes But I got shit to lose Money on the way Making business moves Let the niggas play And get put in the news See, how far niggas do First they infiltrate, try split the crew Got real nigga Trey, we too hip to lose I took interstates for job interviews Ocean drive Yeah, that Roll's rented Tell me, what's the difference when your hoes in it? Niggas telling stories, they got hoes ended Only telling stories for my co-defendants Niggas in who got no business Niggas snitching, getting no sentence Lord forgive us, know we both sinners For these niggas, I got no fitness, I'm Gucci Don't get shit confused I cut niggas off I'm like breaking news There's no breaking out Without breaking rules That's a different round My way up in to prove Made my own lane, put my old ways in my rear view Put some niggas in their place saying their position here too I'm real MD nigga by now, you gots to know Can't just hotbox it in the Cherokee, We down last a row Most you niggas not fishing Got stripes, not a whistle Some blows probably pistols City small is not a issue If you beefing in the streets, probably get you Oh, police'll probably get you You better off at the Chemist Tell me something new Bitches still on moves Niggas still is snakes But I got shit to lose Money on the way Making business moves Let the niggas play And get put in the news Baby, I got 'em stealing swag At least care to admit it but I ain't tripping I been handling business Feel like Young Thug, I'm running them digits Drip down, got Chanel on my mans Triples A's, rock them big ol' Balenc's Get the bag in, flip it or flip it New Maybach, quarter ticket Sipping on syrup I admit it, I did it, I said it I quit it I tried but I lied Ghost big like a ambulance I just sit in the back and recline I rock two 50 watches everyday You can say I'm ahead of my time Someone called said he got the other kind I told him fuck it Just send it You know that we fine Tell me something new Bitches still on moves Niggas still is snakes But I got shit to lose Money on the way Making business moves Let them niggas play And get put in the news Pull out the coupe Came off the bus Didn't have the juice Never came out the cup Got too much to lose Ain't got too much to trust Ain't too much you could do Nigga there's too much us, damn Pipe down City us right now All my hoes when to play Silver Spring my town Used to bag 'em up and play 'em Montgomery college, I was there Dropped out after one semester Grades a mess though Made myself the areas heir, yeah When you got it, got it going, get it You could ask 'bout me, niggas know I did it I got niggas stealing swag, I won't admit it But I'm in my bag and I'm ignoring feelings right now 'Cause in my pad the windows floor to ceilings right now Right now
Writer(s): Ramon Ibanga Jr., Miles Franklin, Dominique Jones, Philip Adetumbi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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