Lyrics:
Owwww
Mic check one two one two
We gon do it like this tho
Uh,
My n****s tell me I'm thirsty
My N****s tell me I'm thirsty
But I want yo a** in
Just bought a new watch piece and it’s so icy.
These girls wanna fuck but I got a new wifey.
Drop another hit now these n****s don’t like me.
Icy ass
We Jus Rippen & Dippen
Money Gettin We Winnin
N****s Hatin On Us
Cuz We Livin Wid Riches
In My Own Lane You Can Tell I’m Solid
You Watchin Other
look and I see it I swear to my God I’ma cop it I hustle from summer to winter
You n****s be cappin’ for Insta
Give me a plate, double the steaks,
HOOK
I Told N****s Get That Bag Boy (GRIND)
I Told N****s Get That Bag Boy (GRIND)
I Told N****s Get That Bag Boy (GRIND)
Flip A Rack & Make It
Hey, hey, what you know about that back end
Got a few n****s that send that pack in, they gonna bring them stacks in
And all the n****s gonna eat,
I’m bout too kill all you n****s I’m feeling like Mike at the end of October n***a
I'm here too handle business I ain’t come in this hoe too shoulder
lose I’ll die to win
I mix and match all my designer getting fly again,
I thank the lord for no punishment for my sins,
My n****s ain’t relief pitchers
My money or my glock, who do I trust more?
I don't know, it's probably the one that I touch more
Guess it's the green, 'cause paper motivate n****s
a pack it’s confetti
They way a n***a hold a grip its like
You can’t understand this shit it’s like
I pop shit, abandoned whip
Broke n****s can’t stand
the beeper
Before B.I.G. pasted he pa**ed the number to Katrina
Get it right the game still remain
And I'm married to the s***, you n****s still engaged
the beeper
Before B.I.G. pasted he pa**ed the number to Katrina
Get it right the game still remain
And I'm married to the s***, you n****s still engaged
When I come through
Man I'll be lookin' for you
Aiming from the neck up
My n****s got tools
Killers ain't got rules
They gon do what they do
We gon
I'm staying with my cros
Young n**** feeling so groovy
Imma pull up on an opp n**** shoot a movie
All these n****s they be talking cannot hang with
let's-not- fall- in-to -the- pa-tter-ns
let's- des-troy- the- pa-tter-ns
let's-not- fall- in-to -the- pa-tter-ns
let's- des-troy- the- pa-tter-ns
I’m sittin back in the trap
Writin’ cause I’d rather rap
You’d rather wait on me
N****s broke
Cause N****s rather nap
She gobblin on my meat
Yup she
Call it out
I'm here wit my n****s
To run up them digits
We making them bands
Ballin' out
Just look at the bitches
They asking for pictures
We
Calm
Calm
Calm
Calm
Calm
All my n****s
Round the way
You just gotta stay
Calm
Calm
Calm
Calm
Calm
N****s moving real hot
You just gotta stay
Calm
Naw i ain't come here to play
And i ain't wit that talkin i ain't got s**t to say
Money over hate so imma get this pay
R.I.P my n****s that lay
N****s talkin', n****s talkin'
N****s talkin', why you talk bitch
N****s talkin', n****s talkin'
N****s talkin', why you talk bitch
I'm with, i'm
I been plotting perfect preparation
N****s said they gon kill me I been waiting
Promise you n****s feel me
I do n****s filthy wit no hesitation I'll
Dawg man it's Krazy
Seen some real n****s fold on me
I done heard n****s told on me
Seen n****s turn they back blindfold on me
Seen n****s do me
make a play)
Stop an hide a bow in da middle of a stack of hay (Of a stack of hay)
Y'all n****s sharing clothes I see the reason n****s hate
Y'all n****s
catch a case
Murk a n***a
Dont fck wit n****s murk a n***a yea
Murk a n***a
Dont fck wit n****s murk a n***a yea
Murk a n***a
Dont fck wit n****s murk
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