I got embers after when I tie the weak, yeah It ain´t nothin´ I can´t afford, in the Hellcat, press record
I can´t take no chances, no, I´m gon´ ride with the stick Bruh, that nigga, I´m gon´ show, all my feelings overboard I´ma pop my shit and I got rich and now they on me Temper tantrum nigga, with that bag, ain´t who they want Felt like from that shit that get ´em pleased and now they on me They gon´ play my song, that´s if they end up all alone, yeah
I´m on another level, get another tailor, comin´ out like I´m outfitted I ain´t signin´ that deal, I got to another bettor if I find an amount bigger He took that green flag and that red, representin´ a grave digger
I´m leavin´ demons all in her head, tryna make sure she think different This my monkey suit (Go) I hit licks inside that fit and send shots out that coupe (Out that coupe) I´m too rich to take these risks but still gon´ step on you Took my cash, man, chain, come out the window, shoot Steady blowin´ that strap straight at your brain ´til I shoot through I need a hunnid mill´, I done shared a hunnid tears He said, "Cool," and I say, "Fire" They know niggas die for real Prolly fire shells up in all my rides Bury him, he stay concealed 4KTrey, get faced lil´ bitch
Plan on slangin´ all out on a tear
I got embers after when I tie the weak, yeah It ain´t nothin´ I can´t afford, in the Hellcat, press record I can´t take no chances, no, gon´ ride with the stick Bruh, that nigga, I´m gon´ show, all my feelings overboard I´ma pop my shit and I got rich and now they on me Temper tantrum nigga, with that bag, ain´t who they want Felt like from that shit that get ´em pleased and now they on me They gon´ play my song, that´s if they end up all alone, yeah
Stack it up, breakin´ up, we countin´ out red, you cover the whole scene Step on ´em, the conscience that fuck with my head, accept it like protein Nigga, rockabye, tryin´, I put ´em to bed, get put in a long-sleeve (Status) Ball right, too much Off-White, I want Alexander McQueen Takin´ one off and I ain´t takin´ one bean Buy like an iPhone, taste no lean I just want the bitch, finna get some credit She gon´ want me for to get her a ring Yeah, yeah, Top leave red on the scene Covered in gunpowder, still too clean Five percent with a strong-ass scent In an all-white car, you know that´s me Prolly all-red, nigga know a big B Old lame ass niggas ain´t better than me
Now I´m on seven but then I get three Still won´t stop, I´ma count on my feet (Come here) Tell me what they hear about I´m stuntin´ it, like, who better than me? Let the reverend speak, Christian Loub´ on feet Murder have me bleak, bitch, be deceased
I got embers after when I tie the weak, yeah It ain´t nothin´ I can´t afford, in the Hellcat, press record I can´t take no chances, no, gon´ ride with the stick Bruh, that nigga, I´m gon´ show, all my feelings overboard I´ma pop my shit and I got rich and now they on me Temper tantrum nigga, with that bag, ain´t who they want
Felt like from that shit that get ´em pleased and now they on me They gon´ play my song, that´s if they end up all alone, yeah
Dope boy, you ain´t fuckin´ with me today slime I was sayin´, ayy, he wasn´t stayed up all night or somethin´, you hear me? I did, hey, you motherfucka, two days