Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I can't even sleep, I've been havin' bad dreams
I've been seein' Freddy Krueger, man
I told my youngin step it up
She gotta do the same thing for me that my cougar can
Ay, no hesitation
If a **** run up on me, I ain't playin', I'ma shoot his ass
Barrel extra long, where the ruler at?
Cut them **** off 'fore they do you bad
Ay, get the clip loaded up, never, ever fold up, now it's time to go up
Pussy ****, you a ho, bro
When folks call, roll up, you gon' have to show us
Fifty for the watch, fifty for the whip, fifty for the hitman too
Put a fifty on yo' head, lil boy, now I show you what a hitman do
[Verse 2]
I sell hunnid fast, watch me get that back
I might fuck that pussy, but won't kiss her ass
Gave a couple bands to the trigger man
Told him kill 'em all, time to get 'em back
Put him on the shirt, make 'em miss his ass
I don't do transactions with no middle man
All these Percocets, I'm on the mad life
Took a couple L's, but yeah, my head high
Had to focus on my future, get my bread right
Smokin' all the time to keep my head high
Spendin' all this money when I feel like
I didn't cut her off because she still like me
I didn't fuck her friend 'cause they real triflin'
You will never find another **** like me
I made everybody rich, why they hate me?
I paid all my dues, no late fees
You might like it like that if I do it like this
Do it on a headstand, do it on a dick
Baby makin' ice cream, mmm, banana split
Baby make a snap pop, 808 hit
No condonin' fuck shit, we don't do the lip
Trap spot bunkin', we just run out of Ziplocs
I don't do the back and forth, I'ma let the clip talk
G-O-D the only thing that scare me, I don't feel y'all
I won't take a man for my work 'cause I'm a big boss
I don't like a ho that do too much, it make my dick soft
I ain't with the back and forth, RIP to Kris Kross
If we get bitches playin' with herself, she tryna get off
I put it by myself, who gon' be there if my shit fall?
Nobody be there when a **** on his dick, dawg
Stay down too long, we ain't stoppin' till we rich, dawg
I was broke, now I'm fixed, y'all
[Verse 3]
I can't even sleep, I've been havin' bad dreams
I've been seein' Freddy Krueger, man
I told my youngin step it up
She gotta do the same thing for me that my cougar can
Ay, no hesitation
If a **** run up on me, I ain't playin', I'ma shoot his ass
Barrel extra long, where the ruler at?
Cut them **** off 'fore they do you bad
Ay, get the clip loaded up, never, ever fold up, now it's time to go up
Pussy ****, you a ho, bro
When folks call, roll up, you gon' have to show us
Fifty for the watch, fifty for the whip, fifty for the hitman too
Put a fifty on yo' head, lil boy, now I show you what a hitman do
[Verse 4]
I know a couple hitmans, do it for some little shit, man
And he don't even really want a whole lot of money
He'll do it for a brick, man
And I'm leanin' like a kickstand, feel like I'm in quicksand
Fuck around, hit a **** from a long distance
To have you walkin' with a shit bag
Ridin' with it on me, ain't no need to pop the trunk
Red snapback, ain't gon' never support Trump
How she want that sloppy toppy, and I want that rump
When I got locked up, you know I had the bottom bunk
Never ran from no ****, always stood up, yeah
We just gon' keep grindin', ho, one day, we gon' be up there
Still showin' love to the hood 'cause we grew up there
We gon' throw that shit up, we don't care 'bout who the fuck there
[Verse 5]
**** say I changed
I probably did change
I made myself a mil, now tell me how you expect for me
To fuckin' be the same?
Ay, I can see the hate through these Cartiers
I've been doin' better, but the man ain't perfect
I'm tryna go to sleep, but the sand ain't workin'
[Verse 6]
I can't even sleep, I've been havin' bad dreams
I've been seein' Freddy Krueger, man
I told my youngin step it up
She gotta do the same thing for me that my cougar can
Ay, no hesitation
If a **** run up on me, I ain't playin', I'ma shoot his ass
Barrel extra long, where the ruler at?
Cut them **** off 'fore they do you bad
Ay, get the clip loaded up, never, ever fold up, now it's time to go up
Pussy ****, you a ho, bro
When folks call, roll up, you gon' have to show us
Fifty for the watch, fifty for the whip, fifty for the hitman too
Put a fifty on yo' head, lil boy, now I show you what a hitman do
Written by: Dequantes Lamar, George Dunkins
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