Lyrics

Money the only option Pop out with 2,000 in my jeans thats just the back pocket Diamonds dripping all up on the floor Wet sign they need to mop it Now they see me taking off JayIce to Lil Johnny rocket Use to wear jays now i pop out with Balenciagas Ik my granny watching Went from being a school nobody, to the hottest topic Haters see me elevating They cant do nothing bout it So they hating from a distance They just hate and watch it I get new whips and wreck em I couldve gave back so they call a nigga selfish I left sum niggas back, now they mad I couldnt help em I heard he snitching call em mr soulja boy tell em He sending threats cuz his girl head up on my pelvis I'm head hunting Looking for them niggas they just got pronounced dead on me Now I gotta hide cuz a nigga know the feds coming Never been a killer but you know Im never scared homie Tried to spread love but they tried to put the led on me Now I need a rag cuz I went and got this red on me I got all these shooters so I never had to kill nothing Said he wanted smoke and when he got it I aint see him puffin And I'm with Triple R bringing heat just like a fucking oven These niggas know Im with the bull shit These niggas like to use they fingers they aint doing shit I spent 3,000 on this fit lil bitch I'm too legit It aint no mileage on this whip im in the newest shid Showing them lil diamonds on the gram that shid dont cost shid Left my lil hoe inside the hood I need a boss bitch Enough of all that flaw shit My young nigga off shit Heard he want smoke we pull up on em and exaust shit These niggas playing police games and I aint here for that You got my name all in yo mouth you can get killed for that I heard them niggas took yo shid boy where yo pistol at Nigga take my shid and Imma find out where my victim at Im head hunting Looking for them niggas they just got pronounced dead on me Now I gotta hide cuz a nigga know the feds coming Never been a killer but you know Im never scared homie Tried to spread love but they tried to put the led on me Now I need a rag cuz I went and got this red on me I got all these shooters so I never had to kill nothing Said he wanted smoke and when he got it I aint see him puffin And im with Triple R bringing heat just like a fucking oven
Writer(s): Justin Scott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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