歌词
Every day, these **** mad
Every day, somebody mad, every second, I don't give a fuck
Hotbox the coupe, tell Ben, "Roll the windows up"
Promise to my **** I'ma get us rich like I owe them somethin'
This shit be started, I won't let these **** take it from us
Hatin' **** mad 'cause my bag bigger
Sneaky bitches lyin', tryna get my riches
These **** bitches, man, I hate when they act like they with it
Ran up my digits, I ain't stoppin', bitch, I'm 'bout my business
Flippin' state to state, fucked up my money tryna stack a ten
I ain't lettin' up on it, when I drop, they like, "He back again"
With some new shit, Jet dropped a new hit
Fuck my old ho, I got a new bitch
We come from totin' poles, slidin', doin' hits
Brand new chopper and it came with a knife, I call it 21 (And I ain't even twenty-one)
But in this Glock, I put thirty of 'em
That's enough to murk you and your brother
This Jet shit, that's what we die for
I can see you fake even with my eyes closed
Life of a youngin, love guns and bankrolls
Bitch, I get money, drive fast cars, fuck hoes
Hatin' **** mad 'cause my bag bigger
Sneaky bitches lyin', tryna get my riches
These **** bitches, man, I hate when they act like they with it
Ran up my digits, I ain't stoppin', bitch, I'm 'bout my business
The Big Jet gone, I'm gon' complete the mission
Still on my block, I'm still deep in them trenches
Still got cases pendin', still gotta watch these ****
Got all these bitches trippin', they know that I'm that ****
Every day, somebody mad, every second, I don't give a fuck
Hotbox the coupe, tell Ben, "Roll the windows up"
Promise to my **** I'ma get us rich like I owe them somethin'
This shit be started, I won't let these **** take it from us
Hatin' **** mad 'cause my bag bigger
Sneaky bitches lyin', tryna get my riches
These **** bitches, man, I hate when they act like they with it
Ran up my digits, I ain't stoppin', bitch, I'm 'bout my business
We come from totin' poles, slidin', doin' hits
Brand new chopper and it came with a knife, I call it 21 (And I ain't even twenty-one)
But in this Glock, I put thirty of 'em
That's enough to murk you and your brother
This Jet shit, that's what we die for
I can see you fake even with my eyes closed
Life of a youngin, love guns and bankrolls
Bitch, I get money, drive fast cars, fuck hoes
Written by: Drevon Lay
