Chrome Heart jeans look kinda dumb with the Amiris Some would call it crazy, half a ticket on some earrings At it for a decade, had a plug when I was sixteen
PTSD, I ain´t sleep so I don´t got dreams Two things I ain´t running out, this money and this lean Two things I care about, my family and my team We was supposed to keep it on the low, but why you scream Balling like the playoffs, I was tryna get a ring Penthouse in Miami Pretty vibes Wild ´n Out like they work for Nick Cannon Tell that bitch to have a seat, I know that she can´t stand it Tell them boys it´s fuck ´em all, ain´t got no understanding Legend in my neighborhood for real, free Shannon Keeping my composure, I´m on chill, I can´t panic They say I wouldn´t make it past two years, but I managed to
You supposed to go with how you feel, I´m not mad at you G-Wagen matte-blue
She get my rocks off, I buy her Goyard Fuck all the time and still act like I don´t know her I heard that pressure bursts pipes, I come so hard Why y´all on my dick? You know that´s your ho job Ain´t worried ´bout nothing Everybody they own boss, we all getting this money Call it what you wanna call it, I´m one of the owners I could´ve exposed you, brodie, but I ain´t gon´ talk about it
I was in the trap too, I fucked up my sack too Most of that shit cap, can´t go for that, you say it´s facts, prove it Plug had us on a stash dub but now we back moving They thought they was winning ´til I entered now they back losing Brodie in prison on an iPhone getting tattoed I don´t know who told you to come for me, that´s a bad move I ain´t in no space for no company, I´m in a bad mood Only thing I gotta abide by is the cash rules If you think I ain´t running this money up, you a damn fool Tryna count my pockets, my net worth ain´t on no damn Google Fifty million dollars in a year, if I´m lying, shoot me
Five hundred thousand every show, I´m on my grind, stupid I been fucking her and her best friend, I put ´em in a group text They done made you mad, get in your bag, that´s how you posed to do that Everybody got a hundred guns, they know what no to shoot at I´ma get this guap until I´m done, bro, I can promise you that I was on the block when shit was lit for real, where the fuck was you at? Never drop no song then hit a bitch for real, bro, we don´t do that We the ones that´s really out here pushing, bro, I thought you knew that Come through in that what´s-her-name, everybody look like, "Who that?"
She get my rocks off, I buy her Goyard Fuck all the time and still act like I don´t know her I heard that pressure bursts pipes, I come so hard Why y´all on my dick? You know that´s your ho job Ain´t worried ´bout nothing Everybody they own boss, we all getting this money Call it what you wanna call it, I´m one of the owners I could´ve exposed you, brodie, but I ain´t gon´ talk about it
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