Lyrics:
just got to move on
N****s talk shit cause they don't understand me
I nutted in that hoe had to get a plan b
Won't catch me slipping no can't start
key push start I'm in the Benz
I do not know what she want she a friend
Ice on my neck and its really popping
What you wanna do my n****s step in
Go
heard two times
Reason I don't switch sides
These n****s bad jabroni
These n****s gusto homie
All about my gunsmoke homie
Big woods with the dumb
N****s hating on me online because I do it
Battling with demons sometimes i feel I'm losing
Friend or enemy sometimes it's hard to choose it
Pull that
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I’m back in this bitch
I be thinking like damn I ain’t miss Everything that I send is gonna hit
N****s looking like damn this a myth
niggas want me beef
Then grill em
Make sure shit ain’t hidden
Oh n****s got statements written Where he at
Make sure we pull out the map
Put a price on his
they told
And even though I know my heart made of gold
I’m still chasing gold
My life on go
My wrist on froze
I really got hoes
Man, y'all n****s ain’t
Inna field I had some wide receivers running big routes
N****s say they shining dim ya light like an eclipse now
That’s just how we live now from
I want the Money, The power
Ain't got time for these bitches they sour
Getting money a day by the hour
I can't fuck with these n****s they dead broke
be a long night, y'all n***s can't do it like me
I say I
Beat down the booth, I'll beat yo block, O got the rap game on lock
I ain't
Worried bout
Nightmares, monsters, I can't touch the bottom
She looking for a sponsor I'm like bitch I'm not your father
N****s got a problem all my n****s solve em
Pull up
slide with the beam
And ima slide with my n****s
Same n****s that hate be the ones who post me
And ima slide for my n****s
If a n***a want a movie tell
Police pull up late quick
It's like it's hot out
And I got a bad bitch
I keep it hot out
N****s runnin' savage
With them glocks out
Police pull
Everywhere I go I bring the gang out
Million dollars on the table if it play out
A bunch of get money n*****s with they chains out
We ballin' in
fuck
I sit on your face, then we fuck
Y'all n****s be talking like ducks, like
Quack-quack, quack-quack
Talking that shit, yakitiyak
Y'all n****s ain't
I remember days that I was broke
Ever single night yea I was sleeping on the floor
Back then I would never let my n****s
Cause one day I knew my
Raised back home but lived out Here n****s aint shaking none
Posting them pistols i know ain't Yours
N***a you aint toeting none
I know some who ah
Aye, aye
When I come around n***a know I'm always with my team
All my bitches really curvy and dirty No Mr. Clean
All my n****s really hungry got
Hey, aye, yeah, whoa
Uhh, whoa, aye, look
Fuck all you n****s
Fuck all the fake, ain’t changing my ways no more
I see how you move, can’t pump fake
I started losing time in this bitch
N****s changed up like some dimes in this bitch
All these bitches want is dumb clout
Only thing these drugs
workin' with
Attention all y'all players and pimps
Right now in the place to be (Shake ya ass)
I thought I told y'all n****s before
Y'all n****s can't f***
Ass so thick, Jello
Chop down a brick, Lego
And my b***h yellow
All of my n****s came straight from the ghetto
Keep me a stick, hello
You know Im
I peep every single move like I'm playing chess
I was taught to clean my room when I made a mess
N****s say they got the sound but I'm hearing less
don't even do no talking got a check
And spent that b**** till I was nauseous
N****s snitching in my city all the time
We had holes in our pockets you
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