Lyrics:
talkin bout some cash you can call me too
Chocolate bitch uh Erykah Badu uh
Eat it up uh feel like Majin Buu
Run it up huh
Run it up
Yea huh yea
Run it up
I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be no B-list celebrity
Keep that Glock by my feet
Born and raised up in these streets
Duckin heat,
'Cause Im fly?
'Cause Im flashy?
Why I do so much? Dont ask me
'Cause Im fancy?
cnd I show it?
Young rich n**** gettin' money you know it
It's Gravy, baby, ooh
(We packin' Diamond Pistols) uh
Tell your mama, run me my money (baby)
She got way too much to count (she's got way too
Choppy talkin flame
Pull up on the scene
Red and blue lights
Blaring all sirens
She said she a virgin so the back I had to crack her
I make so much money
i'll sign that settlement
Ridin' with shootas they don't like to settle shit
New bitch talkin' bout her ex too much I just go and cop another bitch
Just
And she make too much, but she talk too much Told her kick rocks, everybody hate to see
Me winnin' like I'm Chris Rock I remember I Was broke and I was
with her lipstick, yuh
Talkin' all that shit, he onna hitlist, yuh
Aye
Shorty got my music in them TikToks
Got too much motion in the ocean, make
ass too fat, tell her back back (what)
Ain't doing no talkin', the choppa got kick back (blat)
Ooh, ooh
She want be my boo (my boo)
I was broke, now
Why you talkin' like he ran, oh, shit
Pick up a stick and, yeah, pick up the stick and go, go
I think he think that I'm sweet, cause I go by Rose
Pick
roll him in the 'wood and spark him up, boy, we will fry him
Really, really known about that trap life
You do too much talkin', so I know you ain't
Top one, lil' bitch, fuck a top five
Give me lip then a, get your mouth wide
Talkin' out your necklace, get them downsides
Lost my ex,
Gained
A toll: life
Not really, more like white Air Nikes
Evidently, I had a fondness
For material things
Ten years old trynna get a 10-K ring
I forgot it was for
you come from too much around here
You can get your fuckin cap filt
[Verse 2]
If I can't get my gun in the club, why whould I come in the club
So them
facts
Cause we daii waii de a's and de k's lock
Make a boy disappear we run de place hot hot
Hot we run the place hot
Hot hot
Roll by myself cya be too
talkin' like you 'bout it you can do it too
And let's get straight to it, flame with the Backwood wood after wood
I know me and Durk good, now you go get
talkin' bout)
This shit done got huge my flex done got major
I fuck em by twos she called in a favor
The trap done got huge it's sitting on acres
My neck
Ayy, I figured it out what it was
Soon as you show too much love, that's when they try to play you
In one play, I ran up 2K, no NBA
I'm winning, I
one you fuckin' with
But I see the way you be talkin' to her
Can't trust a guy who too fucking friendly
Go ahead stay entertained by ya hoes
Funny how
my body?) Wanna touch my body?
(Body) baby
(It's too much, my body) it's too much, my body
(Body) yeah, yeah
(Check it out, my body) check it out,
to make a nigga cry
There's puddles by feet I almost drowned
Everybody talkin' bout the drip but I really douse
There's a puddle near me
(Puddles by my
four makes eight
Nine times outta' ten its an eleven or a twelve gauge
Friday the 13th that's the day that hell raised
But y'all boys too weak like
That nigga was talkin I put him to sleep
That bih talkin way too much I gotta go leave
Got gas in the air I can't even breathe
Can't be trustin niggas
I
that though
Plus yeen never used no bleach
To clean no Glock
I think that too much smoke
You gon' overdose trynna be like me so stop,
Pull up slow down
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